The Taste of Ink

Is it worth it can you even hear me
Stand­ing with your spot­light on me
Not enough to feed the hun­gry
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is get­ting old
It's four o' clock in the fuck­ing morn­ing
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I can see it com­ing
While I'm stand­ing in the river drown­ing
This could be my chance to break out
This could be my chance to say good­bye
At last it's finally over
Couldn't take this town much longer
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
Now I'm ready to be free

So here I am it's in my hands
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this

And won't you think I'm pretty
When I'm stand­ing top the bright lit city
And I'll take your hand and pick you up
And keep you there to so you can see
As long as you're alive and care
I promise I will take you there
And we'll drink and dance the night away

As long as you're alive
Here I am
I promise I will take you there
—The Used