I heard your voice down the wire From a hotel room in Colorado We talked for hours It changed our lives from different points in time And as I drove across the Midwest Our husked down memories in the rearview Looking forward to the next time I could be close to you We're starting at the finish line Turn away, say, "I've arrived" You're always on my mind 'Cause I miss you as I don't want you to go Thinking back about our home in marble countries What's it like for you? How's your day? I don't mean to be pedantic I'm hopeless, but maybe romantic I can't escape the feeling That distance is growing We're starting at the finish line Turn away, say, "I've arrived" You're always on my mind 'Cause I miss you as I don't want you to go We're starting at the finish line Turn away, say, "I've arrived" You're always on my mind 'Cause I miss you as I don't want you to go We're starting at the finish line Turn away, say, "I've arrived" You're always on my mind 'Cause I miss you as I don't want you to go

What's another day When your thoughts are shot? It just feels so tired away Watch the interstate In partial spots All the exits seem so fake All connections will unfurl Cause the Midwest is a small world Accounts suggested In an app I got An old friend they're famous now I've recollected All the thoughts we thought But can't remember what we found Another friend follows their page Cause the Midwest is a small game Some zombie shelters And gas station lots Trucks embedded to their frame A couple Walmarts And a lot of pot Any way to ease the pain All catches of with which I'm fond Cause the Midwest is a small pond Valparaiso Down to Arkansas A mirror where all mirrors meet A corporate country Like a Wild West That somehow makes me feel at ease Home's a complicated whirl Cause the Midwest is a small world

Onslaught of feelings My head hits the ceiling Must be from standing up so tall I'll hold my breath until I fall Rearrange, re-orchestrate the feelings that you bought You got me, but I don't think I got you Ghosts play their part Dance over graves Just don't look at me the same Because I can't always change Stop making sense The stories were true I am nothing without you I can't control these legs I think I'll let them flail And black out on the corner of Milwaukee Where the cross streets tend to blur with all the other words I thought I could make the transfer, but nothing ever came There are six different paths I can take Pull my shoulders back and hear them ache Pull back as far as I can Hopefully you'll want me then

Punk is dead and all your friends will be soon singlehandedly ousted By the signal boosted youth set to destroy they spewed their venom Into our home and won't let go even When they know the truth (well now we know) They built you up just to tear you down They divided us They only think of you when their suppose to They only think of you when their told to. This is a witch hunt and now you're part of it get dead pick a side In the narrow lens Lick the wound with your tongue tell the Internet What you've done. Make it hurt and remove the sickness from the few. Who'd you cite? What's the source? Show me proof. Who brainwashed you? It's time to wake up and adjust. You're wasted on hate You've wasted away.

Lately safety is not an issue There's more concern over questions left unanswered by You No compromise I'll be alright We'll never understand Everything we had But I'll try Faulty wiring has left me fatigued Can't seem to render situations laid before me You cross my mind From time to time There's fear I can't explain Since you went away But I'll try

Open the door Let a little warmth out I can see my breath And my ankles feel like they're going to collapse From all the stairs that I've been walking up and down Trying to find you, but I never do But now it's back to paperwork and fixing the copier I don't have school tonight So I think I'll be drinking alone to some Replacements songs Don't tell a soul I'd be pleased to meet me too, but I'm all shook down Under the influence of artists not looking for change The timing and structure will all resolve and sound the same

This canvas manifests expressions that last for hours Through visions transcribed in vivid colors The lines the weight the strokes we make are flawed is that so wrong? We could be a beautiful collaboration on the wall.