The Fiction We Live by From Autumn to Ashes

Every Reason To

by From Autumn to Ashes· from The Fiction We Live

I thought about the end today. The final chapter. The last scene. Ending what is here and what is now and all there is to come. No hope for tomorrow, for today. Through all this talk, on how numb. There’s one just out of reach. On how numb, and you bet it shows, you bet it shows. Shake downs like these get old. So now I take my heart in hand, bleach out the shades of detriment, branded with names that I resent, worship on your knees again. Wear it upon my sleeve the end. Ending what is here and what is now and all there is to come. No hope for tomorrow, for today. Through all this talk, on how numb. There’s one just out of reach. On how numb, and you bet it shows, you bet it shows. Through all this talk, on how numb. And you bet it shows, you bet it shows. Shake downs like these get old. And you bet it shows, you bet it shows. In your eyes I can see tomorrow out of reach. This is detachment. In your eyes I can see tomorrow beyond me.