Feel It In The Air

Sick of February, I can tell you that

This is just a quick song I made today, in the living room

And I got friends asking me, "What's with all the tragedy?

This is not the way it has to be."

I'm glad to be a part of all the black and white photos

My family has taken all the songs, yes I know those

It gets intense on my soul, don't you take it from me Judas

I feel so fucking naked in my music

But I cannot survive if I lied to the public and I shelled my heart

Last time I tried I fell apart

I fell in love with a Goddess more arrogant than modest

And the oddest part about it was it turned so toxic

Ripped up the pictures, nothing personal it's war

But every Facebook tag of us hurts a little more

And every anniversary I'm sore

Pain to the fullest

Chamber the pain like I chambered the bullet

That I put in my revolver fucking aimed and I pulled it

I'm trying to pretend this winter ain't been the coldest

But I can feel it in the air

There's something about February, that... Drains everybody

And if I die, play Wu-Tang at my funeral

Trust me though, my life's been beautiful

What a coincidence that those words rhyme

But you were dead before me if you ever once closed your mind

To the possibilities of life on far away planets

The universe is way bigger than Kansas

Chatin' with the phantoms, sleeping with the white ghost

Walk into the war zone, lean against the light post

I dedicate this song to Chad Stuart, a childhood friend that died a couple days ago

One day I'll shout your name on the radio

I'm an atheist, but I promise your an angel though

I hang below the stars and the statuses

I pass a fist, but I'm a pacifist

And that's the reason I don't have a hit

But at least I have my fans and the ability to always be passionate

I will not relax a bit

And I can feel it in the air