And Now I'm Nothing

I can't help myself

I keep ending up in

Memorial Park

Breaking finger nails while

I claw at the frozen ground

Because as long as

I'm home I can dig up these bones

There's no point to just letting go

And as long as you've known me

I've been backing out slowly

I won't end up underneath the snow

This is where it's been

The manger scene every

Christmas

Next to the cannon

Every year someone steals baby

Jesus Nobody stops them

It's a nice tradition

I'll put my life back together in silence

While writing songs on

Molly's guitar

And Suburbia, stop pushing

I know what

I'm doing

So I moved myself and two boxes of things

To the basement room at

Richie's house

And I'm happy here for now

Because I've been in search of some steadier footing

Or just a place to call home

I know that

I'm introspective when broken

But I've been spending most of my nights here alone

And that doesn't scare me like it did a year ago

I'll put my life back together in silence

While writing songs on

Molly's guitar

And Suburbia, stop pushing

I know what

I'm doing

Suburbia, stop pushing

I know what

I'm doing

Suburbia, stop pushing

I know what

I'm doing

I had dreams of myself

As the Allen

Ginsberg of this generation

But without the talent, madness or vision

I guess it's looking hopeless

We're a city left digging out cars in unison

And humming like we've healed

I know we've got miles to go

But I'm putting my shoulder to the wheel