try to remember, forget

it is my birthday

it is a new year. i should be happy

that i am still here. light up a new joint

put on an old shirt. try to remember

forget how my brain works. but i could read a book a night before this year. and i knew every word

their definition's clear. but now in stealth i check thesaurus - it's become my guilty mistress. so i heave my breath at burning wax

cause i know that spark ain't coming back. and i heave my breath at burning wax

cause that spark ain't coming back. it is my birthday

i've got all my friends here. we haven't been talking as of lately

they've all found new bros and babies. i have smoked away my pride

i have smoked away my pride. there is nothing but the cinders of it inside. but i believed in more than nothingness last year

and under every quiet failure it's still here. buried breathing under 18 years of tragedy and fear. if i could crawl my way out of this grave

just think of all the time i'd save. and i heave my breath at burning wax

because that spark ain't coming back again. what up now