Panhandling (Down Not Out)

I dabble in dreams Singing with the sirens Masking my shrill screams I'm searching for guidance These eyes are empty I'm living outside of me My demons tempt me Form a different reality I spend days in a cloud of smoke With my nose buried in my collar The more I try the more I know I'm broke Living lackluster life in squalor I'm panhandling on the corner of the street With only pieces of my broken heart in my paper cup Yet I find it so hard to admit defeat I'm down not out I'll pick myself back up

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