《813 Maryland St.》歌词

[00:00:05] She put bullet through a Bible and thought it would empower her, but she felt nothing and that’s all she needed, to finally feel nothing.

[00:00:13] She stopped by my house the next morning and said “I’m sorry but I still don’t feel like this life is worth living, you did all you can you do.

[00:00:20] ” I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said “Darling, I’m sorry, but I’m glad I’m not you.”

[00:00:25] She said “At least I know this is all temporary but the carpet grains will still hold stains, even when you die.”

[00:00:32] You won’t have to face them but they will remain.

[00:00:35] She said she had enough baggage to rattle the cage of rage, worthless page after page to rearrange the strange game of pain, seeping further into a strain of remains.

[00:00:43] Tags with names, she felt like the lone survivor of a civil war of inner peace versus inner desire, hoping somehow to change.

[00:00:51] The casualties were her hope and her sanity,

[00:00:53] A damaging calamity of fragile ideals being washed away

[00:00:57] When waging war against a staging of poor ideologies that lead to death,

[00:01:02] But at least she felt something and at least it all meant something.

[00:01:09] There’s no way to see beauty

[00:01:10] When its just the blind leading the blind.

[00:01:13] There’s no way to see beauty

[00:01:14] When its just losing love to justify lies.

[00:01:18] There’s no way to see beauty

[00:01:19] When its just the blind leading the blind.

[00:01:22] There’s no way to see beauty

[00:01:23] When we lose love to justify our stupid lies.

[00:01:28] She said, “I watched my house catch fire and I didn’t feel a thing.”

[00:01:32] Well darling, congratulations, I wish I had that sort of inner peace.

[00:01:36] I’m digging into catacombs built beneath this frame I call a body

[00:01:41] And expectations diminish as I uncovered there’s nothing underneath hiding.

[00:01:46] She had taken what I once needed to feel like I could be something

[00:01:49] And I spent so long being bitter but now I’m finally celebrating,

[00:01:53] Thanking God for those brief moments where my eyes met hers.

[00:01:56] And she was caught in a life that felt like one rapid blur the spur of the moment cure for her boredom and my lack of adventure.

[00:02:05] We were caught somewhere between a pack of menthols

[00:02:08] She kept on the nightstand where she would sleep

[00:02:11] And a broken down truck that used to drive her to her dreams

[00:02:14] But now sat as an eye sore metaphor for the home we created to nourish our weaknesses;

[00:02:19] The brittle middle ground sounding this rebound argument with God that we call living.

[00:02:24] It was nothing not even trying to win any sort of race,

[00:02:28] I just wanted to finish, or at least sort of place

[00:02:31] But as I kept running I diminished the existence I created out of love

[00:02:35] So I can breath easier.

[00:02:38] When I tried to fall asleep in this ocean pushing me side to side on her

[00:02:47] Her broken dreams.

[00:02:56] Her broken dreams.

[00:03:03] She said, “It’s easier to fall asleep just knowing that when I have something to say somebody’s listening to me.”

[00:03:11] She said, “I don’t care if I have a plan. I don’t care if I understand all I need to know is that I have some sort of calling.

[00:03:25] I just need to know that somebody is listening.”