He is all I can think about.

Thoughts On Being Refined

There's a busted lamp in the corner


Where the light of life used to glow

And I'm finally realizing that I have been living in the dark

What will I do about all this wasted time?

How many ways can I fail before I fly?



I'm not interested in me any more

I don't need to find myself

I don't want to know who I am, I can see right through me

There will never be a better day than this

To let you do the talking



After all of this soul-searching, the only things I've found

are a lot of choked out, half-ass promises

Promising to be somebody worth dying for

Promising to make a mark that no one would forget

But I think now the only impression that should last

is the one that paints me hanging on to the fold of your robe