| As simple as I am I got a puzzle for a heart
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| Laid it on the table in the living room
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| And rummaged through the parts
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| The child in me is running through the yard
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| While the man that I’m supposed to be is searching for a breath in the cigar
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| smoke chokin'
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| Drying out my eyes like the desert wind
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| Drunk, taking shots at the moon with an empty pen
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| I got a feeling that once it gets to the end
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| I’ll be buried neck deep in this shit with no friends, go figure
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| Life’s been a freak show
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| Learn to hold a knife at a young age and bleed slow
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| Following the keystrokes
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| Leading to my words
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| Is a trail most traveled by a part of me
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| You would label disturbed
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| But it works
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| Living with the plague
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| Marching to the beat of my bones getting thrown into the lake
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| They sink heavy like a thought made of lead
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| And fall slowly to the depths
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| If I could find a better way to make you see what I’ve been thinking
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| I would probably just paint a fucking picture
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| They say it’s worth a thousand words
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| Hold on
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| There’s something in the basement
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| Chained to the furnace
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| Underneath the stairs
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| So close I can taste it
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| Climbing up the drain pipe
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| Trying to get a breath of air
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| Oh god
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| The only way to face it
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| Is gonna leave the whole world
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| Thinking that I’m crazy
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| So close I can taste it
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| Trying to find a way to take away my breath of air
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| I carve it all into the clay
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| Walking monument of my mistakes
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| Living off the rain checks
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| Written in the fray
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| The artist in me wants to play
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| While the person I’m supposed to be is trying to figure out if I’m okay
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| A scapegoat with a flamethrower
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| Burning up the tall grass
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| Growing like a tumor on his gravestone
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| I got a feeling if the same old motherfucking shit keeps happening
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| I’ll be dead before this game’s over
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| Great, I’m in dark water and diving
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| Trying to find peace in the deep I reside in
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| It keeps finding a better way to remind me
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| That anywhere I go it’ll be right there behind me
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| Fine with it, pressed to the page
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| Leaking like a wide open cut from a thrust of the blade
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| It falls heavy like a bus from a broken bridge
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| And keeps me watching from the ridge
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| If I could find a better way to make the jaws of it release me
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| I would probably just bite my fucking arm off
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| They say it happens in the wild
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| I start shaking when it awakens inside of me
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| They tried to tell me it was a panic but they lied to me
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| Got me thinking I was fragile and incompetent
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| And tried to build a road around that avalanche on top of me
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| Failed, laying on a bed of rusty nails
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| Trying to distribute the weight enough to balance out the scales
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| I lost heaven the second my ship sailed
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| But survived long enough to tell the tale |