There is no poetic justice, for what i‘ve done today.
There is no clear voice, for what i meant to say.
There is no poetic justice, for what i‘ve done today.
So are these decisions who i really am?

Im not burning bridges, im losing friends
Im not chasing cars, i am creating loose ends.

And there is no one else to blame,
It’s all on me, one and the same
I have never seen, this side of me
Unanchored, adrift in the dark sea

I had hoped my honesty would clear the air

I had hoped my honesty would clear the air
But its just the reason for this disrepair
But to walk away is to admit defeat
But to walk away is to admit defeat

This is basic survival,
In a moral gray area

Snap out of it, this is your wake up call
Not to change it all, but what needs to be.
Snap out of it, this is your wake up call.

Altered for progress, altered for progress

Come alive, come alive