Garden Statement

Hidden in Plain View
The traffic's back for miles
On these quiet suburban roads
While the rubber necking strangers
Are dying to see this victim's wounds
Cause he's all alone
With his notebooks and poems
In this empty grave where he wrote
All of his secrets that became his lyrics
With no intent to show anyone
And we give and we give
But its all for nothing
We try to resist but I give
Everything and its all for nothing
So the panic sets and cycles
HIs mind for restless sleep
While the blood sucking leeches contaminate every line they read
Just leave him alone in this dark room
This white sheet tightly wrapped cocoon
Cause it's no secret I fucking need this
Like I don't need anyone
It's like I'm falling asleep with my eyes open
Shutting down and off the lights
Cause after all of this it's all or nothing
Still I wouldn't try to fight
I've fallen asleep with my eyes open
Shutting down and off the lights
Cause after all of this it's all or nothing
Still I wouldn't try to fight
And you'll lie to all your friends
About sights you never saw
And you'll preach to all the press
About what you don't know at all
So let me drown so I can breathe again
I'm through choking and suffocating
On alter egos and alterior motives
Which weight you down and take control of
The way you are and the things that you need
The life you live and the dreams that you dream
Distort and blur all in slow motion
They broke you down and now you're broken
And it's sadder than the saddes movie
I ever saw but without the beauty
So I stopped watching, I stopped caring
I lost all interest and I stopped wearing
These plastic smiles I'll wash my hands clean
I'll forget that you forgot about me
And I'll live the life, the big city feeling
Cause it's better than suburban dreaming
Living off the friends that hate you
Who talk shit on me
LIke I don't know who my real friends are
Anymore no I don't know you anymore
And it's sadder than the saddest movie
I ever saw but without the beauty
So I'll stop watching, I'll stop caring
Spill the ink and spill your guts again