into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow

but i swear that i would follow anything

if it would just get me out of here.

and so you get six months to adapt

and then you get two more to leave town.

in the event that we do adapt we still might not want you around.

and i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose

but i know that that is impossible now.

and so i drink to stay warm

and to kill selected memories

because i just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight

im sorry that i wasnt there