He's a silly guy,
not a care
in the world.

He drinks himself
into oblivion,
smokes his lungs
to ashes.

He swears
like a sailor,
and sleeps around.

But he,
is so much more.

He's more
than what you see,
than what you hear.

Late at night,
in the middle
of the day,
when he's left alone,
he pours
his hungover
heart out,
into his music.

He's just a guy
ruined by life,
unsure of himself,
looking for a home.