Blisters on my fingers
Alcohol on my breath
On the kind of night
Too easy to forget

Surrounded by rows and rows
Of the same house
Stretched out under the sky
Like a cemetery that just waits for you to die

And I'm burning like a fire
Shaking like a flame
Running from the dead
It's so hard to feel alive
When everything tonight, seems so lifeless

I can see my fate
Age with my fathers skin
It won't let me forget
How I end

And like him, the same things
That make me happy to be alive
Are the same damn things
That keep me up at night

And I'm burning like fire
Shaking like a flame
Running from the dead
Trying to fool myself Into thinking
I don't need something to believe in

But never again
Will I let my life
Slip through my hand
Without holding on
Never again
Will I blame anyone
But myself
For what I don't become