Such Better Days

I'm so tired of being so damn tired
Can't seem to get my head on straight
Turns out the one that I admired
Turned out to be the one I hate

And now I'm longing for the time
When I could smell the summer haze
Go see the trees I used to climb
Those all seemed like such better days

Before the razorblades were something
Used to make it fade away,
And the only carvings that I made
Were in a tree
The days of my oblivion to alcohol and violent men
And how the mixture of the two
Could ever effect me...

I can't find how it is that I got lost
Can't seem to get my vision clear
Smells like cold, I can taste the early frost
The stabs of ice are almost here

And now I'm longing for the time
When I could smell the summer haze
Go see the trees I used to climb
Those all seemed like such better days

Before the razorblades were something
Used to make it fade away,
And the only carvings that I made
Were in a tree
The days of my oblivion to alcohol and violent men
And how the mixture of the two
Could ever effect me...

And the frozen sky will seem
Exactly like his frozen eyes
Full of hatred, broken dreams
Empty promises and lies
And as I try to understand
Exactly what went through his head
When he looked at her and raised his hand
Upon her face a look of dread

And now I'm longing for the time
When I could smell the summer haze
Go see the trees I used to climb
Those all seemed like such better days

Before the razorblades were something
Used to make it fade away,
And the only carvings that I made
Were in a tree
The days of my oblivion to alcohol and violent men
And how the mixture of the two
Could ever effect me...

All trust gets you is a broken nose
And broken homes, that stinging sense
Of "all alone" is burning deep within my soul

And now I'm longing for the time
When I could smell the summer haze
Go see the trees I used to climb
Those all seemed like such better days

Back when razorblades were something
My mom used to shave her legs
And the only carvings that I made
Were in a tree
Back to my oblivion of alcohol and violent men
And how the mixture of the two
Could ever effect me...