And Now I'm Nothing

I can't help myself

I keep ending up in Memorial Park

Breaking fingernails

While I claw at the frozen ground

'Cause as long as I'm home

I can dig up these bones

There's no point to just letting go

& As long as you've known me

I've been backing out slowly

I won't end up underneath the snow

This is where it's been

The manger scene every Christmas

Next to the cannon

Every year someone steals baby Jesus

Nobody stops them

It's a nice tradition

I'll put my life back together in silence while

Writing songs on Molly's guitar

& Suburbia, stop pushing

I know what I'm doing

So I moved myself

& Two boxes of things

To the basement room at Richie's house

& I'm happy here for now

Because I've been in search of some steadier footing or

Just a place to call home

I know that I'm introspective when broken but

I've been spending most of my nights here alone

& That doesn't scare me like it did a year ago

I'll put my life back together in silence while

Writing songs on Molly's guitar

& Suburbia, stop pushing

I know what I'm doing

Suburbia, stop pushing

I know what I'm doing

Suburbia, stop pushing

I know what I'm doing

I had dreams of myself

As the Allen Ginsberg of this generation

But without the talent

Madness, or vision

I guess it's looking hopeless

We're a city left digging out cars in unison

& Humming like we've healed

I know we've got miles to go

But I'm putting my shoulder to the wheel