Texty: This Time Next Year. Road Maps And Heart Attacks. Liquid Diet.

Out on the harbor
I watched the better part of me
abandon faith in everyone
I've coped with the notion
That I'm stuck here hating everything
And I can't depend on anyone
Because I am losing my mind
Biding my time away
Strung out of shipping yards
I'm stuck in revere
All alone it's just me
It's so cold
But more lonely than I though
the story of my life today
And the phone
Has been idle for days
But then what can I say I'm a wreck
Let go!
I'm stuck here hating everything
Hating everything
Out on the harbor
I watched the better part of me
abandon faith in everyone
Is this what I wanted?
This is all I've ever wanted from me
Is this what you wanted?