I'm a valley, green and fertile
but the floods are coming down
from the mountains that
rest at the top of my lungs
I can't get out of my skin
my own shadow is so hard to run from
The waters that start pouring down
remind me of when I was something to someone
That feeling, yeah
That feeling, yeah
it's what kept me breathing, yeah
now I steal from the silver screen
or make it up in my dreams
but sometimes I have to open my eyes
and see the lovely lady next to me
was just a pillow
and the warmth was all mine
cool it down with a forty and luke warm meal
What's the deal, what's the deal
I guess I hate to feel
this isn't even a poem just a storm of my emotion
just loathsome self pity
my words are ******
and my attitude is worse
I always think I'm dying
so throw me in a hearse
and forget about this verse
it's the pits
it's the ****
it's nothing worth remembering
just like me
just like me