This story thrives on being lonely
all stray cats die unnoticed
under our buildings
ripe fruit falls quiet in the city
we stumble, we cry, wonder how it came to rotting
this wrench of drama twists everything
our petty problems rusting friendships
to the point of breaking
constant leveling
the hurt and hurting
there are no footprints in the pavement
no reminder of our trail
from the escaping
under this tragic weight of dying
remember, remember, remember
how we came to living
this wrench of drama twists everything
our petty problems rusting friendships
to the point of breaking
constant leveling
the hurt and hurting
the truth is somewhere
in between the songs we write
and the shadow the moon is casting
levels everything
our soiled century we're still learning
our soiled century the hurt and hurting