Coma Dose Songtext
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Coma Dose Songtext
I used to shut my eyes and pretend they′re not my own
But these delusions are running on fumes on a dead end road
And the excuses are no longer carry me home
Sundown is here again. Last call until tomorrow
If I don't act now then what will be of these dreams
And if there is nothing left to dream for, what′s the use of ending sleep
The guiding light was snuffed by an ever slight breeze
The last thing I saw was my Id fleeing the scene
Distracted by the big picture and stumbling into a grave
Just hold your breath and pretend there is some time to be saved
If I don't act now then what will be of these dreams
And if there is nothing left to dream for, what's the use of ending sleep
There is a sun that beckons me as it sets, but my compass can′t point to the west
There is a wind strong enough to carry me on, but weights on my wings hold protest
There is a wilderness that howls my name, but I cling to these thoughts like a cage
There is purity I can′t obtain because I am ripe with mange
My aging vicariousness begs questions that cannot be solved
Like what do you do when it's alright, yet feels so wrong
The only thing as scarier than life taken is the simple fact that life cannot be paused
But these delusions are running on fumes on a dead end road
And the excuses are no longer carry me home
Sundown is here again. Last call until tomorrow
If I don't act now then what will be of these dreams
And if there is nothing left to dream for, what′s the use of ending sleep
The guiding light was snuffed by an ever slight breeze
The last thing I saw was my Id fleeing the scene
Distracted by the big picture and stumbling into a grave
Just hold your breath and pretend there is some time to be saved
If I don't act now then what will be of these dreams
And if there is nothing left to dream for, what's the use of ending sleep
There is a sun that beckons me as it sets, but my compass can′t point to the west
There is a wind strong enough to carry me on, but weights on my wings hold protest
There is a wilderness that howls my name, but I cling to these thoughts like a cage
There is purity I can′t obtain because I am ripe with mange
My aging vicariousness begs questions that cannot be solved
Like what do you do when it's alright, yet feels so wrong
The only thing as scarier than life taken is the simple fact that life cannot be paused
Writer(s): Travis Stanard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

