there are days when a warm look from a strange face will make me forget my name
and there are nights when you wonder where the party's at now
and you wonder why you never split this beat scene when a higher life awaits
and there are days when you don't know how you picked the wrong life
in a second when it's over in our own minds � and it's gone without a sound
there are fights that'll hear things that we know we don't mean
and we say 'em 'cos we don't know what we both want and we can't get to the other side
[...]
and there are songs that'll make your skull ring like a dropped cup
resonating with the reasons why you worked through � and the reasons why you stayed.
� Travis Morrison