And Now I'm Nothing

I can't help myself I keep ending up in Memorial Park Breaking finger nails while I claw at the frozen ground Because as long as I'm home I can dig up these bones There's no point to just letting go And as long as you've known me I've been backing out slowly I won't end up underneath the snow This is where it's been The manger scene every Christmas Next to the cannon Every year someone steals baby Jesus Nobody stops them It's a nice tradition I'll put my life back together in silence While writing songs on Molly's guitar And Suburbia, stop pushing I know what I'm doing So I moved myself and two boxes of things To the basement room at Richie's house And I'm happy here for now Because I've been in search of some steadier footing Or just a place to call home I know that I'm introspective when broken But I've been spending most of my nights here alone And that doesn't scare me like it did a year ago I'll put my life back together in silence While writing songs on Molly's guitar And Suburbia, stop pushing I know what I'm doing Suburbia, stop pushing I know what I'm doing Suburbia, stop pushing I know what I'm doing I had dreams of myself As the Allen Ginsberg of this generation But without the talent, madness or vision I guess it's looking hopeless We're a city left digging out cars in unison And humming like we've healed I know we've got miles to go But I'm putting my shoulder to the wheel