Rowing a Dead Horse

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 ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>