| Close your eyes*
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| Close your eyes
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| Don’t close your eyes
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| Close your eyes
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| Please don’t close your eyes
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| I walk a thin line every day of my life with the way that I live
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| And everything I say and I write
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| Words meshing with the melody, I’m staying up nights
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| I will fuck, cuss, fight, or pray in this mic
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| I been ugly, I been beautiful
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| I’m a serpent sliding inside of a sin musical
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| Since in uteral was unusual, isolated
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| Christ I waited up nights with hatred in a Chrysler wasted
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| Driving drunk, hit the gas pedal flash to a suicidal fantasy
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| My head through the dash would crash metal
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| Reflecting the flashing lights from the ambulance vans
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| Trying to bandage a man who lays bloody in a pool
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| Nobody is a fool, just the world’s either lovely
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| Or it’s ugly and it’s cruel
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| On the out looking in, so suddenly it’s you
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| Inside trying to get out with nothing you can do
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| Except
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| So many times I coulda quit, I shoulda
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| Shit, I tried so hard, it wouldn’t hit, I couldn’t fit
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| In this saturated world of infatuated girls
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| Frustrated my head twirls, my mind spins
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| The days of cravings for alcohol end with dying friends
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| Time spent and a pocket full of lint
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| I thought about a bullet sent in my head
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| So many of us did and some of us injected the lead
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| Instead I respected the dead and elected for life
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| So I could share emotion breathe breath in the mic
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| In a second a second life will ensue
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| Cause I believe evil exists but good is true
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| And I can see the good in you
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| I can’t say the same for me
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| There was times I was lost walking aimlessly
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| So I listened to the taps of the rain to sleep
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| And when it rapped on the pane yo it sang to me |