The smiles you couldn't fake, the drama and the fights you couldn't take, all the friends you thought would care, in the end they were never there. Everything seems to be stuck on repeat, headed further down another dead end street. You find yourself everywhere except where you want to be. Once you get a chance at the world alone, I hope you make your way back home. So sick of the way the past plays in your head, where familiar voices are something you dread. Leaves litter the ground where you stand. Slow down, somethings up, I guess the set up's on me. I should have known. Blank pages that you were pretending to leave, you took it slow. I'm here for interrogation of the disease - no symptoms show. Hometowns: growing forests we disguised with the trees.
from Kids Icarus,
track released January 9, 2011
Additional vocals by Ryan White. Ryan White appears courtesy of Canvas.