Rowing a Dead Horse Lyrics

chasing a lie
tracing our scars
moaning for help to be held
and every day we feel further away from ourselves
the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable
my response isn't limited to reactions
and everything dies its little deaths everyday
so with my head up my a*s
and my foot on the gas
i set out to write a synonym for loss
hands caught in the door
and my face on the floor
i'll write one for you

<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Justin (xcore@optonline.net)</b> for these lyrics</font>