Rites Of Spring

Only a couple more days until I'm numb again. Wish me luck and light this fuse. I never said this wasn't a work in progress. Well, what am I supposed to do with this life? Delicate explosions and violent nights. Hands up, head down, touch your left shoulder, then the right. And you, I want you to look at these eyes: my eyes are open! This is my life and it's leaving me with every breath. This is my life and I regret, oh I regret. This is my life and I'm still waiting to live it.