we don’t give up, we fuck shit up.

We cannot deny what I would give
for memories that wouldn’t keep me up at night.
It’s a shame that all we have
is a memory that can't kill the fear.

And get out get out alive.
You won’t find any comfort here,
when I begin.

And I may have friends,
some of them the best that any man has ever known.
But they have troubles; they have troubles all on their own.