these days are dark and the nights are cold
people acting like they lost their soul
and everywhere i go i see another person like me trying to make it
it'll feel like home

at times like these you start thinking
the first breath in
and the clock starts ticking
i'm not trying to bum anyone out
not trying to be dramatic
just thinking about
i'm just trying to make some sense of my mind
some defense from the cold that i'm feeling inside
and for minute
escape from the gray one moment at a time

i know it doesnt make sense and i dont expect you to know what its like
who the fuck really cares when your so far left that death looks right


lost soul search over and over again



these days are dark and the nights are cold
people acting like they lost their soul
and everybody is trying not to cry
trying to get by
trying not to feel out of control
and if you look hard enough
sometimes you'll find
someplace that might remind you of home
and if it doesnt feel like home
you can do what i do
just pretend you dont feel so alone

-- fort minor