Glue Sober Window Story
The window tells stories of memories
Counting the tree's as they fall away
My adventures are all normal days
Stepping stones to feel my soul again
Oh lord reach down and sweep me off my feet with the winds of change
Expressing all my aches and pains through breathe control and mouth strain
I'm falling off the side of the earth and I'm landing where the ocean sits
And it's as dope as early morning silence or when your staring at the stars motionless
Fresh from god's agenda, maybe the angels went on a bender
Picking up every fallen body, or reminding every brain that can remember
With binges of no restriction, using their wings to their advantage
Reversing every cursing phrase that I said that might have caused damage
Maybe it's time like this when I can say I truly learned my lesson
Calling my last road trip that I took, the endless journey to find heaven
For as long as I remember the headphones have always been distorted
And I can't figure out what songs I've loved or have truly been important
Or maybe every song that I have done was only to keep me occupied
Supplying my heart with beats so it's always satisfied
Looks like humanity and confusion are once again stuck in an awful tie
But I'm determined to keep searching myself and never let it slide
Away from my passion, my disposable cameras out of focus
But hey, it's the cheapest way to capture moments or when you're view is perfect
This ride proves the point; the grass is always greener
Dropping me off into the cities arms to meet a million new creatures
What am I, and what have I become?
Just another worthless bitter song
Isolation separation lost within my myself
Like a cataclysm, a book on a dusty shelf
I can feel the wheels moving under my resting feet
I can see the earth rushing past my 30 dollar seat
I can feel the cold air blowing from the singing vent
I can feel the guilt coming from the alcoholic's breath
He next to me collecting his thoughts
While I'm funnel mine through ink outlets
And he's praying that some answers are running from the shiny faucet
But there's nothing there but chlorine, mercury, and those freezing splashes
And I figure that for every time I touch the sky someone out there crashes
And burns a ladder rung, that's just how the song is sung
Your eyes reflection show what we've become
We are one missing person
With family to collect our belongings when we pass into that new phase
But I can't help to think that this is the one that i'm gonna finally save
So I empty my wallet, with the promise he can stand on his own
Taking the first steps with him to kill these feelings of being so alone
That he has to talk to glass companions who abandon him when they are empty
Laughing at his hanging head when he feels pity for all his failed remedies
He is just one of countless humans, who have forfeited their logic
When they can't get past the anger or the face that caused it
But he doesn't need my money or my advice because he's done with those donations
He needs to wake up from his nightmare and bask in his sober salvation
What am I, and what have I become?
Just another worthless bitter song
Isolation separation lost within my myself
Like a cataclysm, a book on a dusty shelf