Leash

Had one of those days when you wanna try heroin

Drunk driving, some form of soft suicide

Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings

Or peeling the paint off of things to confide

Maybe someday

The lies we've led around

Will crawl under our beds

And sleep off the years

Teach me to wiggle my ears like that

Show me the scar that you got when you fell off your bike

Ask me the questions you never want answers to

We can re-write them however we like

Maybe someday

The lies we've led around

Will crawl under our beds

And sleep off the years

Stop the hardwood floor's lopsided grin

Leave the dirt and dead flowers in a brown coffee tin

Let your hand melt a hole in the frost

Peer out under a sky that looks just like a shirt I lost

Someday

The lies we've led around

Will crawl under our beds

And sleep off the years

Sleep off those years