And Now I'm Nothing

I can't help myself I keep ending up in Memorial Park Breaking fingernails While I claw at the frozen ground 'Cause as long as I'm home I can dig up these bones There's no point to just letting go & As long as you've known me I've been backing out slowly I won't end up underneath the snow This is where it's been The manger scene every Christmas Next to the cannon Every year someone steals baby Jesus Nobody stops them It's a nice tradition I'll put my life back together in silence while Writing songs on Molly's guitar & Suburbia, stop pushing I know what I'm doing So I moved myself & Two boxes of things To the basement room at Richie's house & I'm happy here for now Because I've been in search of some steadier footing or Just a place to call home I know that I'm introspective when broken but I've been spending most of my nights here alone & That doesn't scare me like it did a year ago I'll put my life back together in silence while Writing songs on Molly's guitar & Suburbia, stop pushing I know what I'm doing Suburbia, stop pushing I know what I'm doing Suburbia, stop pushing I know what I'm doing I had dreams of myself As the Allen Ginsberg of this generation But without the talent Madness, or vision I guess it's looking hopeless We're a city left digging out cars in unison & Humming like we've healed I know we've got miles to go But I'm putting my shoulder to the wheel