Words disassemble, Words be quick,      Words resemble walking sticks.
Plant them they will grow
watch them waver so.
I'll always be a word man.
Better than a birdman......

The poisons not strong.
Can you help me?
Sing my song.
Come and help me
Sing     along.
Can you help me?
The poisons not strong.

We pour another for my brother and hope he'll  live to drink another.

Well I guess I'm as bonafied drifter as it gets, when I'm walking down this road without a lift. I may be twisting and whining when you see me on this bridge I'm walking. It's just that I can't keep running, from illusions. Cause I'm so lost in confusion. I cry HELP SOMEBODY COME AND SAVE ME.
I guess I'll have to stop and reset me.
They call me a drifter but I don't know why, I only drink when my throat runs dry. I don't really know where I'll end up, maybe I'll live right in my truck. All the bills on the table have been due but I don't care I've been feeling blue. The bottle in the corners been my only friend and well Mary Jane where have you been? Cause I can't seem to get out of this hole I've dug.
I feel nothing in the world can bring me down, besides no one ever does help me when I'm down. I'm so lost in this moment forever now.

I am the sun.
I come in peace.
Fixed with disaster.
But happiness release.

With every death.
Will be salvation.
And every breath.
Is recreation.

Can you hear the silence of this old house, it often speaks. Not much.
But since I'm alone, I only hear my heart. Bump-bump bump-bump I count aloud in my empty house.  The silence brings so much to my head at once. It's only a matter of time before I give up. No. I can't. Not like this. Who will watch the clock that ticks and tocks?
Who will walk the floor that once filled more, more than just me.
I don't know if you hear the silence of this old house. But I do. And I want out.

I see you've come to our world today.
Your unaware of what we'll do or say.
You come mouse like not know what you'll find.
Your hoping we'll play rough and start twisting your mind.

When I talk to you, when I hear you
Something inside me feels a little numb
Or is it my heart telling me not to be dumb
Or is it the way you smile or laugh makes me feel like I'm in a cozy bubble bath.
Is your love ment to be?
Is your love true enough to see?