Feel It In the Air

Sick of February, I can tell you that
This is just a quick song I made today
In the living room

And I got friends asking me
"What's with all the tragedy?
This is not the way it has to be"
I'm glad to be a part of
All the black and white photos
My family has taken all the songs
Yes I know those it gets intense on my soul
Don't you take it from me Judas
I feel so fucking naked in my music
But I cannot survive if I lied to
The public and I shelled my heart
Last time I tried I fell apart
I fell in love with a
Goddess more arrogant than modest
And the oddest part about it
Was it turned so toxic
Ripped up the pictures
Nothing personal it's war
But every Facebook tag of us
Hurts a little more
And every anniversary I'm sore
Pain to the fullest
Chamber the pain like I chambered the bullet
That I put in my revolver fucking
Aimed and I pulled it
I'm trying to pretend this winter
Ain't been the coldest
But I can feel it in the air
There's something about February
That drains everybody

And if I die, play Wu Tang at my funeral
Trust me though, my life's been beautiful
What a coincidence that those words rhyme
But you were dead before me if
You ever once closed your mind
To the possibilities of life
On far away planets
The universe is way bigger than Kansas
Chatin' with the phantoms
Sleeping with the white ghost
Walk into the war zone
Lean against the light post
I dedicate this song to Chad Stuart
A childhood friend that died
A couple days ago
One day I'll shout your name on the radio
I'm an atheist
But I promise your an angel though
I hang below the stars and the statuses
I pass a fist, but I'm a pacifist
And that's the reason I don't have a hit
But at least I have my fans and
The ability to always be passionate
I will not relax a bit
And I can feel it in the air