chasing a lie
  tracing our scars
  moaning for help to be held
  and every day we feel further away from ourselves
  the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable
  my response isn't limited to reactions
  and everything dies its little deaths everyday
  so with my head up my ass
  and my foot on the gas
  i set out to write a synonym for loss
  hands caught in the door
  and my face on the floor
  i'll write one for you
    Thanks to Justin (xcore@optonline.net) for these lyrics