| So shallow, not even an infant could drown within this compassion but
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| I feel as if I’ve drowned just the same
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| But rather from my ignorance that unconditional love might exist
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| I forgot the numbness
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| I forgot the frustration that makes up my daily routine of just getting by
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| I am just barely getting by emotionally
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| Judgment. |
| Disappointment
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| A lack of patience for me
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| This is not security, but such a pretty package
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| The guise is broken as the truth rears it’s ugly head unto me
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| A drunken soul, I’m conscious again
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| I’ve weakened from my stupor for the last time
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| So content caressed in rejection
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| For it’s all that love has ever led to
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| Once again, the dying man lays down the law for this peon
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| It’s his last grasp at control
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| A control that he lost in infidelity…
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| From today to you I’m dead as an order accepting son
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| Your searching and searching
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| But your family isn’t at the bottom of any bottle
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| You’re smoking us away
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| You’re choking on your own
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| No place to hide other than my tears
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| They still give me away
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| Do all things end like this?
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| Must all things end like this?
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| So shallow
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| I take everything with a grain of salt |