I trudged along the lake
With your eyes on my mind
And my feeble attempt
To make sense of the signs
That you so generously held up
When my body shut down
And in your hand was that cup
Of foamy poison
Known to make you make a fool of yourself

I burst into the bathroom
Splashed the water on my face
I never thought you'd think
You'd find solace in this place
But you, grinning and laughing
Didn't think I'd take it this way

You're just a poor and lost soul
Trying to find your way in the sand
But sifting through your fingers
And making a mess of your hands
Is black sludge
The kind you find when you can't
When you think you've lost it all
Then through the haze comes the band
Of outsiders
Who know your troubles all too well
All they can do is hold you close as your heart swells

So next time you find someone who thinks they know you
I know you'll think twice, maybe even thrice
Before you let them through your rusty gates
Put them through your elusive games and pay the price
Make them find you before they **** you
With their beautiful gaze and heartwarming grace
You know better too
But all my hopes of your newfound knowledge
Have all dripped down the drain
Past the bushy hedge
And into the permanent part
Of my head