hell on the throat

a line of strands to mark the trail
no one said it would be easy
i must admit i thought the risk was
better waged in younger seasons
and all these years in the cold play hell on the throat
till everything i say burns like cinders
well it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
and the crease of a strangling winter
it's strange to be lost
stranger still to belong
on the strings on a twisting line

dashboard confessional, taken from the album 'alter the ending'.awesomeness

::still a die hard fan::