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Memorial Day

Paint It Black
(album: Paradise)

I bet you never though you´d see me scratching at air like an amputee.
So what´s left? I´ve got a head like a trainwreck.
Who´s keeping count of the casualties?
Fatigue thrusts its jackhammer fists into my eyes,
but I´m afraid to lie down. Afraid to slow down.
Afraid to go home. (It´s gonna catch up to me�)
I´m tied in knots because of what I´m not and I can´t share what I haven´t got.
So here´s to the skinned knees and sutured hearts.
Here´s to the unhappy endings and all the false starts