1/9/11

An Ocean Named Alaska

Me and all my demons are a match made out of Heaven

Since my first breathe I have needed to restore love and just forget them

But soon I will learn there's no quick fix

and the road is long and tattered

So I hope that God can see the best and agree it's the work that mattered


And we'll all just float away.

We'll all stay in Heaven forever.

we say we'lll woe the day

But sometimes i'm sure its never

coming by.





When I was young, the sun stared back and burned into my skin

the rays of light I would hope to see, but unknowingly ran me thin.

So all the sermons i have prayed, i've kept them to myself

Dust them off every now and then, like books left on the shelf

And they'll protect me when I stray

I know it's already happened but somehow It's the change

that I pray will up and just help me


float away.

We'll all stay in Heaven forever.

We say we'll woe the day

But sometimes i'm sure its never

coming by.



There's plenty of rows of seats to fill

Your very soul , a sheet of steel

Most time's I need these drugs to feel

the ocean, I am no ocean.


But I can float away.

And i'll stay in Heaven forever.

I say i'll woe the day

But sometimes i'm sure it's never

sometimes i'm sure its never

I'm certain that it might not ever come by.



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