| Lost boy, hoping I find my way home
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| Lost sight of why I’m here and where the fuck I should go
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| One hundred twenty miles from my area code
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| Spilt Whiskey on my shirt inside this evergreen home
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| Might tumble down and fall beneath the thick of the mist
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| A silhouette sat in the distance comes and swings with a miss
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| I climb trees just to save myself from what could’ve been
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| And hide high upon this mountain with a pad and a pen
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| The drifter lives down the road
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| And if he follows me home
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| Then I’ll pack everything and leave till I know
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| That I am safe beside my company, although he’s below
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| And then he’ll gut me like a pig and leave my bones to the crows
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| And this time I’ve convinced myself that I’m gonna die
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| Oh, I don’t think that it’s alright, but I’ll just pray to the sky
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| I’ll find a god in what I sing and sing it every night
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| And maybe time will tell my story, I won’t put up a fight
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| 'Cause fear leads me towards destruction
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| Crippled, unable to function
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| Full of unwanted assumptions
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| Petrified by my consumptions
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| Used to hide along the meadow
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| And now I practice my falsetto
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| I’ve been like this from the get-go
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| I don’t ever wanna let go
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| The walls we build hide all the bodies
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| Of everyone who lives inside me |