Exile by Niall James Holohan Lyrics

“I doubt reality”
Burned pages and words
Black and now useless
I can write

“Nothing I’ve done is worth a motherfuck”
I don’t want to stay the same
In consideration
I hate this place so much
Can we just get that bit closer to dreams that we can touch?
Can we just fucking go tonight?
Is that asking too much?

“Too young, too ignorant to be right”
Turn to warnings
They won't turn away
Forget your fucking writing, saying “I don’t even care”
And then, like a pebble
Coming out of a ripple and back into your hand
The cracks of the past slowly dissappear
And you'll be a stranger in a strange land