lost in thought
you know
half empty
half full

sleeping on the bartop
same old
half open
half closed

bottom of the bottle
no more
half warm
half cold

caught in conversation
old news
half information
half from the *****

half too much
half not enough
half on the clean
half on the drugs

half in the clear
half for the rush
half on the green
half in the rough

Man she dropped in out of nowhere
But i could hear the return of that awful 4 runner
Really makes you wonder If anyone's got an iota of control
While we're living in this unorganized world

While I'm trying to get back into Russian authors
She's got me listening to the *** pistols
It really isn't fair
All i wanted was a clean apartment
Lucky me now I've got paint on the carpet
She doesn't even care

Im past the idea of this making sense
It's not what i wanted if its staying in place
I keep coming back with with a different reaction
i can't help myself being captive again

This is a split up disease, halfway war and peace
I got reasons for taking my time
And unlimited supply waiting in line
She says Its not what it seems
I try and stay sharp while i sleep
Im gonna try and stay sharp while i sleep

i was so lost
i couldn't see you in the blur
even when i heard you
it was just spit in the sea

now it hangs over my head
are you hanging onto me
when you're running around
I'll be listening

there's so much i need to avoid
and without a direction
it makes sense drinking
whiskey in the morning

i wanted to be a cowboy
they keep things moving
look at the stars sometimes
on the trail in the morning

but I'm a child of pollution
and i can't stay gone too long
I'm drawn to the dark
and pain and soot and art

conflict in my insides
needs projection sometimes
barfights, loud noises
and ****** darkness

The world has really gotten to me
And the pit in my stomach
doesnt fill up so well anymore
I've grown bitter
and mean
I'm bored with myself
And overwhelmed by love

oh i love the dude that talks too much
i really wanna keep it up
I'm drinking till i break a glass
I'm sweeping in the dark
the days are getting funny
it's hard to look at sam
it's hard to tell the truth sometimes
i hide under the covers
the waking mind is not enough
my sister writes her dreams
i can barely see the edge
my scaffolding put to the test
my appetite and sleep compete
I'm just like all the rest

you can always see the line waver
as the fan turns in the summertime
in the place among the garbage
where I'm looking for the flowers

because I'm so directed
i search against the screen
face forward all the time
and ever so ill at ease

restless lover close to me
always in my mind lately
burning tragedy in the spring rain
where i was wasted on reality

vacancy lives here
and trains don't drive anymore
I'm deaf to my own potential
and apparently never going anywhere