Cerce Blocked Out Lyrics Cerce lyrics

I've been writing a lot or at least I've been trying to. I think it's because you've been doing the same but my output doesn't compare to words so eloquently pieced together. I can't translate the input in the first place: I'll pick up a pen and force a soliloquy of fragmented words mixed with the intention of cryptic feelings in poor penmanship and contrived ballpoint ink.

I'll drive down the all too familiar roads and highways with you in the passenger seat until our car runs out of gas. I know if we're together, we'll never find a home and that's exactly what we're never looking for: not in New England, and not anywhere.

I'll feel sequestered for the rest of my life
because I don't know any better,

until you'll come around again
with words that make me feel some kind of worth.
you'll decide to grow up, but I'm inherently going in reverse.