Barely alive on 2 AM airline
Past is just the places I've passed
The windows were tinted
my eyes were half shut
My focus is fragile
if my heart is a glass
Here lies the ruins
of a little known author
There go the ashes of a dying dream
It's hard to sit down
when your hometown is a greyhound
Now I'm exhausted and
there's no time to sleep
It's you climb down
It's mine
It's you climb down
Gathering leaves from a once beautiful tree
Which no one else will
have the chance now to see
Or climb gone gone gone
Burning miles at a time
Mine mine mine mine
Mine mine mine mine
Mine is mine mine is mine
Mine is mine mine is mine
Mine mine mine mine
Mine is mine mine is mine
Mine is mine mine is mine
Mine mine mine mine