I guess inspiration comes from everywhere at once, doesn't it?
And memories come flooding in like madness and rain.
Yet I can't send a razor through the gap that falls between
This messed up combination of addiction and obsession
And these days it's you and your city that are always on my mind.

It's always sundown and after dark when I think the most.
That's when I miss every little detail of who we've been.
Like tonight when I miss the copy of Shakespeare's plays
That sat on your desk when it faced its perfect direction.
You read just a few of your favorite lines and now I miss them so.

What about the piss and shit and lies that kill other people?
I thought we might make it through those, but maybe not.
It's a big world outside this door, and we each have our paths.
Love, emotion, addiction, obsession, devotion.
Is it all in my head? All something I overanalyze?

These days nothing seems simple at all.
Why on Earth would I dare take a shot?
I think time and time again that it will end up here in the words
Over and over and over when I can't seem to deal
With the way things are, and always will be.

When I miss you like madness and rain I wish it would make sense.
August comes every year, and every year is different than the next.
July is almost over and so much rides on these visions in my head.
Somewhere in between all my words and all my memories,
There has got to be some simple way to piece together the puzzle.