Strugglers - Four Letter Lie

I find no comfort here for the taking

In our search for solid ground

I’m not asking for a miracle

She waits in coma calling out my name

It won’t mean a thing

These steps I take, I take alone

Won’t make a difference

I’m on top of all the wrong things

Will an answer bring me back to life?

Back to these cold sheets

And your love for sympathy

We don’t even talk anymore

I count my blessings

Your teeth like daggers

Cut right through the wire

You walk to prove what’s real

Yeah, we’re talking because

We’ve got something to say

No matter what happens

The best is yet to come

She waits in coma calling out my name

These steps I take

Won’t make a difference

I’m on top of all the wrong things

Will an answer bring me back to life?

Back to these cold sheets

And your love for sympathy

We don’t even talk anymore

Leaving me empty, defining my existence

I’m right where I belong?

The outcome will be the greatest reward

Basking in your presence we realize

What’s perfect can’t be changed

I’m on top of all the wrong things

Will an answer bring me back to life?

Back to these cold sheets

And your love for sympathy

We don’t even talk anymore