Lyrics

[Verse 1] The house that sits atop this mountain has no windows, and arachnid webs rest in each pain A mirror image of how life decautioned those and adapts the search for someone else to blame They tell me life is what you make it so I made it a blast Gave the answers first and asked the questions last So when my son took his first step, yeah, I laughed, and I shed a tear the first time he called me dad This shows that everything is everything and nothing's still something I'll be standing right there when you're high enough to function It seems living was a substitute for dying, and screaming was a substitute for trying So when life takes a lean and contentment turns to dream, maybe she can see the truth and stop lying Her talk was cheap 'cause supply exceeded demand, though she talked better walking on her hands Losing sleep by the pillowcase wasn't in the plans While the willows chased the weeping, the cries kept her from sleeping Gave every sand grain a name that graced the hourglass Staring at a quill and stationary as the hours passed [Chorus] But life is what you make it so she made it a blast Gave the answers first and asked the questions last Gave every sand grain a name that graced the hourglass Staring at a quill and stationary as the hours passed But she didn't write Somebody tell me what's going on Yo, she didn't write It's not like she can't find a pen Man, she didn't write [Verse 2] I use index as utensil, time sands as canvas Misplaced my pencil between the stage and the mattress Each page of this act is singed ever so slightly But I promise to learn to read if she promise to write me I promise to learn to bleed if she promise to like me But a caboose promoted to engine car is unlikely If she refused, my b-plan was to skip town with my face for radio and voice for a penpal Managed to hold myself in this asylum of boredom Thoughts auctioned off a penny a piece but I can't afford 'em On my back hangs a knapsack filled with shells and rocks that weighs down the progress of each trek to my mailbox To find a sarcophagus guarded by cobwebs No envelopes of inspiration there to feed my patience As confused as an optimist screaming that god's dead Trying to grip sanity without going over the edge Held a shell up to the ear that whispers read, "she didn't write" Skipped a rock across the lake, the ripples read, "she didn't write" So if she refused, my b-plan was to skip town Now I'm headed to the writer's block to sit down [Chorus] Life is what you make it so she made it a blast Gave the answers first and asked the questions last Gave every sand grain a name that graced the hourglass Staring at a quill and stationary as the hours passed But she didn't write Maybe there's nothing left to say Yo, she didn't write I'm better without her anyway Man, she didn't write