It is my birthday It is a new year I should be happy that i am still here
Light up a new joint Put on an old shirt Try to remember but forget how my brain works
But i could read a book a night before this year
I knew every word, their definitions clear
But now in stealth i check thesaurus- it's become my guilty mistress
So i heave my breath at burning wax because i know that spark ain't coming back
It is my birthday I've got all my friends here
They haven't been talking as of lately They've all found new bro's and babies
I have smoked away my pride
There is nothing but the cinders of it inside
But i believed in more than nothingness last year and under every quiet failure it's still here
Buried breathing under 18 years of tragedy and fear
If i could crawl my way out of this grave just think of all the time i'd save
The stereo's playing the same old songs and we still hum along
And in no time we'll be spread across the earth,
Donning business suits to show the faceless master what we're worth
From our Huggies to Armani and it all seems so rehearsed