Well I guess I'm as bonafied drifter as it gets, when I'm walking down this road without a lift. I may be twisting and whining when you see me on this bridge I'm walking. It's just that I can't keep running, from illusions. Cause I'm so lost in confusion. I cry HELP SOMEBODY COME AND SAVE ME.
I guess I'll have to stop and reset me.
They call me a drifter but I don't know why, I only drink when my throat runs dry. I don't really know where I'll end up, maybe I'll live right in my truck. All the bills on the table have been due but I don't care I've been feeling blue. The bottle in the corners been my only friend and well Mary Jane where have you been? Cause I can't seem to get out of this hole I've dug.
I feel nothing in the world can bring me down, besides no one ever does help me when I'm down. I'm so lost in this moment forever now.