Unattended

Its not the encore that winds you up
Its not the days of desperation, more like
A thing or two that light you up
Twenty thousand hours of writing
Afterwards deleting

I know that one day we'll be there
Just let us be and live our lives, just like
Doing shit somewhere doesnt mean
Youre fucking up everything
Afterwards celebrating

Its not the comfort you run after
Its not the safety you long for
Its the chords of the piano
singing a story
telling a tale

You want an explanation, I dont have one
All Ive is this town, this city, this land
Land of hearts, land of easy and hard

Now you cant tell me to shut up
Its not the days of happiness, more like
A thing or two that screw up
2 years of something
Afterwards doubting

No, we cant go back, thats true
But you can go only forward, just like
Rails stuck on highways, and like
Luggage left unattended, more like
This is the last call for the flight

Its not the comfort youre running after
Its not the safety youre longing for
Its the syllables of pixels
Ending the story
Stalling the seas

You want an explanation, I dont have one
All Ive is this town, this city, this land
Land of hearts, land of easy and hard
Land of lies, death and disease