Ladder

I stomp my feet
and pull my hair
Cause every nerve inside my brain
is dying

Nothing Came
When I sang
The more I try , the less I get
On Paper

We could build a tower, out of all I know
Or we could watch it burn , so slow
Got a cluttered head with a leaden heart

What Happened?
What Happened to our vision?
What Happened?
What Happened to our...

All this talk
of dollar bills
Has the scent of sold out youth
and used car salesmen

I'd rather not
Hear your songs
It's hard enough to write my own
and feel fulfilled.

We could built a tower out of all I know
or we could watch it burn, so slow
Got a cluttered head, with a leaden heart
we could watch it burn so slow

I lost my bitter muse right at the end
Saying "I never wanna speak to you again"