I make my way upstairs
Then wonder why I’m here
I started with a purpose
Now it’s not so clear

I find myself mid-sentence
As I draw another blank
With God as my witness
Happens more and more these days

I struggle in remembering
When I started to forget
Was it now or perhaps then
It all began to slip

I’m introduced to someone
Shake hands with a smile
Hate to say but forget the name
The moment I turn around

If you have a secret
I’m the perfect one to tell
It’s not that I can keep it
I just forget things really well

Remember when we had less
We seemed to have more happiness
Now sitting here with pockets full
We tend to frown in all we do

Without a doubt when we had less
We moved about with lower stress
And when the money came along
All it did was to pile on

We strolled along without a care
Now we're not sure of where we are
Empty wallets, simple times
Now all we do is bend to the grind

When we had less to fret with
Clutter wise or deep in debt
When fortune unfortunately came along
That's the point it all went wrong

Some feel with the less you have
The harder it is to get ahead
But the more you have the more you're kept
By the seed of greed inside your head

Afraid you'll lose all that you have...

It’s a well known fact
there’s a nap
That has my name on it

Floating in
and out my head
Where all good naps are kept

It has learned
to wait it’s turn
Placed in the nap line

Little wonder
that its number
Is that of number 9, number 9, number 9

And with that said
it steps ahead
Moving through the queue

Dusting me
with a need for sleep
As all good naps should do

We're living in the best of times
Everything is going fine
Every cloud you see is silver lined
All you thought was wrong is right

Money really grows on trees
Most of it you get to keep
We'll just take what little we need
We're all treated equally

Borders closed we are at peace
Promises were made to keep
High on the hog living free
There is nothing that you need

Empty words with hollow sounds
Leaving with us little doubt
Hard to believe what comes out
Of some certain people's mouths

Spit shined with a polished sheen
All the streets are squeaky clean
From crime to homelessness and in-between
Everything is cheap or free

All the tides are on the rise
With common man we sympathize
Eating meat will be our demise
Ten years at most is left of time

To tell the truth we're here for you
In everything we say and do
There's not a mountain we won't move
To prove how dedicated we are to you

Empty words with hollow sounds
Leaving with us little doubt
Hard to believe what comes out
Of some certain people's mouths

I gaze in the mirror
And wonder at what comes next
What lies will I find, from this no friend of mine
That fill my head

Sticks and stones might break my bones
But words hurt at the sound
Whoever thought to this degree it'd be me
Body Shaming myself

When the glamour mags tell me I have
To look a certain way
Before you know, self-esteem hits a new low
My confidence clearly taking a break

With little left but the thoughts in my head
Being the only thing that seems to count
Here I go again trying to do myself in
Body Shaming myself

All the lies about, what really counts
Have itching ears listening
Eager to cave to the latest craze
A vicious circle with no end

Believing the lies multiple times
Leaving behind little doubt
This mirror I find doesn't see the inside
Body Shaming myself

Rambling boys keep rambling
No idea of where they've been
They have no idea at all
If they're coming or they're going

They just hope that there's a prize
With some purpose to this life
To help them fulfill the call
Bring some meaning to it all

Rambling boys keep rambling
Only way to get their kicks
Early on from day one
There never seemed to be enough

In all the wants they find they need
The memories they failed to keep
It's hard to grasp ahold the facts
Of that which you never had

Rambling boys keep rambling
One day they're bound to reach the end
And on that day when they do
Will they finally know the truth

That their days of rambling
Have not amounted to anything
Just a way to escape
From their lives for their life's sake

Out of most the problems
That I have ever faced
Turn it back to myself
Is where it can be traced

I'm the only one
Who holds the shaky hand
Of every crazy thing
That I have ever planed

Out of every action
Inside every deed
All of it can be traced
Simply back to me

Although this twisted world
At times may play a part
It all still resides
Within this sinful heart

With its list of problems
It finds on a daily base
Once again, me, myself, and I
Is where it can be traced