Solace In The End

Solace In The End

Oh God this trip
This fucking trip
That I pretend to call my life
All this chaos
And all this confusion
Boils down to this
This trip, this living trip
These people coming
And coming
And coming
How I wish they were going
But God it's been a trip
It's been ups
It's been downs
Rarely have I looked around
On this God-Damned trip
To see the fun I might have been having
But every trip has a full tank of gas
Every trip has a sunrise you see
Every trip has some company
You just need to see it
Every trip has some happy
Within it
And that's what I've embraced
As Björk talked to me
Portishead moved me
And the Push Kings pushed me over
Into happy
And the trip isn't so bad
It's not so long
Not quite so lonely
With all these people around me
And I can shut them out
Pretend it's just me
And the friends I choose to bring
On this trip
This fucking trip
To 'don't-ask-me'
It's not over yet

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