You can't stop the rain, it goes on and on, sorry John. The bad moon has risen and it's staying strong, still holding on to all the wrong words and now God has gone back to his home Cos it hurts to go through life alone. Now it starts in the chest, and it robs you of rest and when trying your best feels like sinking, start thinking: "It's not worth it to get out of bed" oh you silly kid, your problems don't end once you're dead, they just begin. There is no solution because you are the problem and when you don't eat you start to feel solvent, your falling back into this pattern that's pulling your health down, stumbling like the underdog at the start of the 12th round. Hold your doubts, don't lash out, scream and shout, Never sever ties with a lying mouth, try it out. They're all about what can you get away with they don't care what you've done, they just care what your name is. Well, My name is darkness and I come for you all in the night. My name is hopelessness and I cover up all the sun's light. Fight through it, fight right through me Fight through it, fight right through me Fight through it, fight right through me Cos it's better than lying down.

My friends all warned me about you, specificly so I guess I can't be shocked, upset, or angry. I just wish you would've let me help you pack and move back to your old life so I would've known you remember everything. I wanted to slip notes in your shirts that you could find back in New York that would've made you smile on the bad days I just wanted to make you smile. I'm a simple man, and I don't want much and I don't have much to offer except myself. And it's not like you broke my heart because hearts can't break, cos they're muscles and not bones. For a few days though, it was harder to get out of bed cos it hurt me real bad and I'm not that strong. And I will wonder how you're doing but I'll never know cos we don't talk and I'm way too stubborn to break that silence. I'm a simple man and I don't want much and I don't have much to offer except myself. And I know that I said some things cos I always say some things cos I'm addicted to honesty. And honestly I understand the circumstances of your departure I just think the both of us could've handled it much better. These past two months haven't been bad finished the shed off with my dad and wondered if anything would have been different if you hadn't left. I'm a simple man and I don't have much to offer but I offered what I could, it's all right. I'm a simple man and I don't have much to offer but I layed awake with you that whole night. I'm a simple man and I don't have much to offer but I don't think that I'm that bad of a guy.

I used to write stories while listening to songs written for garages and basements. Now I write songs when I'm not working and try to get these basement punks to listen. We need a reason We need to hear passion We've listened to way too much screamo. I could have said skramz but that's kind of the problem we try so hard to classify our bands. Chop punk rock down into its component parts Mix them together, give each one their own name We're wicked into portmanteaus As if obfuscating the overall purpose of what we're trying to do will make it easier to get to you. I wanna get to you. I mean, I thought, that's what we were trying to do. I came to shows at 12 years old cos I felt alone everywhere else I'd go I found myself in songs sung by someone else. I found a culture that encouraged me to do it my self. Cos that's America or what my parents told me America should be. Now I see kids belittle each other while wearing the same damn patches and pins. Talking shit behind backs, only sticking around for the bands they know. The more they commodify punk rock, the more this community suffers. Those motherfuckers will always win if we don't stand up to them. This is our fight. This is our life. You can't take it from us. So bring out your knives. Cos I know I'd be dead and buried by now If it weren't for the words Joe Strummer or Ian MacKaye used to shout. If my cousin Jay hadn't shown me the clash when I was 11 I'm not sure where I'd be but I know I wouldn't know this version of me. And maybe I take these songs too seriously but they've kept me alive this long so I hope I can keep them alive. Let's fucking keep them alive. Cos I wanna get to you.