Memorial Day - Paint It Black

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