The Anatomy of the Journey

is it still you and me against the world? all i've got to lose are my teeth.
we're gonna throw it down together tonight. we're gonna burn this town to the
ground and laugh over the flames. collapsible sentiment fills our lives. i've
burned pages behind me and mountains before. watch us break at the waist; bleed
from our fingertips...nailing our coffins to our outstretched arms. i'm lost in
a haze of myself. my memory is too filled with fists and my hands are too week
from writing down our lives. here we are...watch us go. four shots fire out
cold and hollow and your eyes give in to that shattered glass shine. so i call
out and i follow. passion can't apply when we're so drained and pale.