Thoughts are the shadows of feeling, always darker, emptier, and simpler I don't care if they're fake or real I just thank them for showing up at all I have black periods Who does not? But they do not have me, they are not a part of illness But a part of my being What am I saying? I have the courage to have them Four o' clock in the morning This sucks I can't go on You said my head's too heavy I need that song Those trusty chords could pull me through And early on They saw the warning signs and symptoms all day long We sit and dream of better days Where we'd hit the ground running on empty Stories we've been told And all those nights we spent together never felt this fucking cold When we let the car run in the driveway Kiss you one last time Before we brought the horse's in before the storm of '59'! Of 59' I can't go on these limbs have grown to heavy I need that song a night on earth could pull me through And early on They saw the warning signs and symptoms all day long Wonder how far from here we'll fall Before we hit the ground running on empty Stories we've been told And all those nights we spent together never felt this fucking cold When we let the car run in the driveway Kiss you one last time Before we brought the horse's in before the storm of '59'! Of 59'