I feel alone and depressed, I miss my best friend
My wife's a thousand miles from home, the road I'm on's a dead end and
So I lie to smoke choking, shove my fat grin with a bag
Of preservatives, till I purge in a napkin, in the back of a van

With no backup plan, just some lower back pain
From holding up this avalanche
If I had the chance to change, I probably wouldn't take it
I preferred the benefits of learning how to communicate it

I miss the Mrs. so much, I hold a picture of her
To bridge the gap between her touch and my vision of us
If it wasn't for your love, I couldn't trust the rush
Of endorphins, so thanks for reminding me about what's important

I'm one van nap away from coming, just a sliced throat
From that path I take, I'm struggling to find home
I'm on the right road leading me to nowhere
And I don't know where I learned to juggling knife show

But I hope it's embedded on my gravestone
Brainstorm so much that my head is filled with rainbows
There's no pot of gold, leprechauns and fables
Just another hollow soul with death upon his facial

I'm just a vagabond who never had a mum
Who ever had a bond except when it was painful
So I never stayed close, I stayed sharp with the crayons
In my paws sketching all the angels

My God - if I do not change the way I'm living I'ma
Die young - but at least then you could say I did it like an
Icon - left them all uplifted and constricted like a
Python - sipping on elixirs just to fit in with the

Life long friends who helped me paint a pretty picture so when
I'm gone we can all pretend I made a difference within
My songs ride on, ride on, ride on to that distant sunset
Till the butterflies in stomachs learn to fly on

Top of the puddle till I reach the light at the end of the tunnel
I'm blind from, caught in a struggle
I'm trying to fly with my head into trouble, my mind's numb
I know I'm low, high hopes I focus my sights on

Divulge my soul, I'm so hopeless in my thoughts
Before sky high beanstalks
Tied tongue sing low while I sweet talk
We walked a thin line between self destruct and detox

Cos these scars are deep enough to rob us of our freedom

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