Maybe if I wasn't wrong all the time I would see the right sitting to my left
If all these little things didn't haunt me
I'd just stare at the large things I refuse to see
Body swimming in an ocean of cement
Everything I do is a contradiction to the truths
Yet I claim to speak nothing but
What a ****** fool I've been

How beautiful the lighthouse does shine on its hill
Being worshipped by sailors around
How strong and stable and gorgeous is she
Never turning a boat the wrong way round

Little did the sailors know that the lighthouse wasn't alone

The old man hoped and hoped for her
That her light shine bright and glow
And soon enough the light did shine
Brighter than the old man's eyes and soul  

He watched her light proudly every single night
And how she protected those smaller than her
The old man's hope grew to faith and he knew what he had to do

The lighthouse felt a gentle closing upon its always open door
The old man had faith that the lighthouse needed him no more
The faith had grown so much inside that the lighthouse finally knew

She was there to light our ways just as the old man taught her to

Helped the self right out of the front door

That's what happens when women read

I'm diseased
All of it eating me alive
Inside out


Finish your feast, would you?

Did I ever say 'I love you' in the proper time and place?
Did I ever call for you in tones of passion as you claim?
Did I ever hold your hand too tightly?
Did I ever listen to your rain?

Your thunder?
Your lighting?

Did I ever sit on the porch for that last cigarette?