When I’m packed in this room,
all that I can assume
is a violation when they all fall asleep.
Some spare change for this:
the only thing I’ll ever miss.
Send me straight on that same road for keeps.
No need to worry -
get the hell out of Jersey.
We’ll make a break for L.A.
The life I left there wasn’t going anywhere.
I needed to find a place I could say I’m okay.
It’s hard to fake doom
when my head is a tomb
as I throw communication away.
This hurts my throat
when I scream.
Maybe this is a dream?
Maybe I’ll hide it in my fake display.
I was green with the envy,
but now my hands are red.
My heart’s in your hands,
and it just stopped beating.
I'll be okay someday.
credits
from The Power,
track released June 30, 2017
Music and Lyrics by Jarret Magierowski