a song that i wrote. words, music, and all some days you don't feel much like picking up the pieces of the bottle that you smashed the night before and you know, i know yes... i know what you did and what you're gonna do but whatcha gonna do when they see right through you? standing on edge with these cuts on my hands and a sword up my side under jupiter's eyes and i wanna believe there's something left here for me but you just go and you let me bleed out so, as of late i've been searching the streets trying to find me some peace a way to wait until the day has come to unfold unto the sun you don't know why you never try never try to decide i've gone away and i won't be back i won't be hanging on edge with these cuts on my hands and a sword up my side under jupiter's eyes and i wanna believe there's something left here for me but you just go and you timmy and his pretty elephant are on the side of the road and they won't be coming home they won't be coming home...