Greg Freeman - Untitled 10

Down below the paving stones the beach has turned to glass And everybody who's come to party is now a bug in an amber cast

So you don't have to dig so far To see the bones To see the bones You don't have to try so hard To be alone To be all on your own

A thousand gears between my ears, working overtime To taxidermy every worthy heartbreak into rhyme But I have seen cities scream from sea to swelling sea And the losers of real love won't forfeit their own history

So you don't have to try so hard To be alone To be all on your own You don't have to try so hard To be alone To be all on your own

So you don't have to try so hard To be alone To be all on your own You don't have to try so hard To be alone To be all on your own