I'd walk 1,000 miles
Just to find myself
On top of a mountain
Far away from home.

I'd walk 1,000 miles
Just to find you
On top of a mountain
Waiting for me.

I'd walk 1,000 miles
Just to to escape the world.
On top of a mountain
I would find peace.

I'd walk 1,000 miles
And then I'd walk 1,000 more.

There's this green monster
That lives deep inside

People tell me to get rid of it
And believe me, I've tried.

I told him I hate him
But I think I lied

So now he's running rampant
And my hands are tied.

Sad? Don’t eat.
Upset? Grab a drink.
Hell, do both
And try not to think.

Stay up late? Work in 2 hours.
Angry? Get laid.
Do whatever it takes
To get yourself paid.

But in the end, don’t worry about me.
This too will pass, because I want to be free.

Close your eyes.
Pretend you're somewhere you're not
Maybe even someone you're not.

Think of something that gets you high,
Makes you fly,
Lets you soar through the sky.

That's where you'll find me.
A ray of shine on a cloudy day
Offering a hand to hold.

But it's a mistake,
You begin to shake,
And it's your soul I take.

All I want right now is rough *** and rock and roll, a hot bath and a loaded bowl.
To let loose a scream and eat chocolate ice cream.
To say "I'm fine" and have my turn to shine.

Because I detest that I need some rest, I try my best to reach the crest and keep from falling back

D
O
W
N

A Raven spoke to me this morning.
He asked, "follow me?"
I asked him, "where?"
His only response: A blank stare.

So I spit out more questions like,
"how do we get there?", "will we be gone long?"
He took a long breath. "My dear, your questions are all wrong."

Feeling defeated, I let out a sigh.
Eyes burning, I threatened to cry
The raven seemed to know why
And took to the sky.

He told me I too could fly,
I only need try.

I keep telling myself:
"I will find you in my dreams tonight"
But I never do.

Instead I'm running from
Things with sharp teeth
And an empty feeling I get...

When they don't catch up to me.

It's 3am
I'm on the couch (too far from you)
Feet soaking in an old cooking ***
Filled to the brim with cold water
Fading in
Fading out.
Morning light creeps in
And I wonder if I've slept at all.

I had a dream last night
That you found me again
All open arms and waiting
To forgive you.

But when I woke,
The coppery taste of blood on my tongue
I knew the dream
Was just a lie.

I dreamt I was you.

You wept when you saw yourself

Reflected in me.