out my window it rains it cleanses through you upon you the eyes of a closer kind can only see this through after all it's just a lifetime fifty yard line the great divide once again we looked into those days of wrong and right this drink has just drained me of my disguise all right it's what i've been waiting for this time weight of this time i'm out of my mind shipwrecked here within reach of my peers should i set myself adrift any way out is fine she lives this through he lives this through it's not too hard to make your words worth speaking it's taking our shadows off this ground of recluse more years and less fears we've grown old but all we need is one hour to race back and take back what was ours and will always be it's not a coincidence we've come to this point i'll always be waiting every night a lonesome night fight the thought of old times now did all your missing fridays stop just to get away to get away you'll try to become the wall standing tall this brick memorial of stories from our past though carved in stone each scene erodes with time i'm drowning to take in my obsessions it heals fine i'll always be here until you die come out you've dried try this crowd is not right this goner's shipwrecked party stalled i fade away and did not all your liquid fridays start to just to get away again and if all your missing fridays stop they'll begin again we'll miss you when you hide we become the wall when all our short stories become volumes in our heads they are reflecting on the sky and bitter blue we become the wall when you've seen it all it reflects off the sky i've been that blue