September 2017

It's the rush

It's the chaos

It's the curse

It's the blind spots

It's the hurt

It's the release

It's the chemicals

It's the missing piece

It's the descend

It's the way it hasn't changed

It's the fine line crossed

It's the blood inside the veins

It's the emptiness

It's the voided nights

It's the hunger within

It's the neon lights

It's the odds vs. the outcome

It's the way that it feels

It's the thick cut confusion

It's the cheap countless thrills

It's the wrong place at the right time

It's the defeat in letting go

It's the emptiness inside your hands

It's the fork separating the road

It's the part that never makes sense

It's the look inside their eyes

It's the heaven that comes within the hell

It's the truth that separates the lies

It's the distance between then and now

It's the nights you can't quite recall

It's the consequence to your surrender

It's the freedom to let go and fall

It's the way it feels to come apart

It's the way it feels to come undone

It's the price to your own abandon

It's the past you’ll never quite outrun