Your words are just words,
empty airborne promises
Mind not matching where your heart is at,
sleeping here like walruses

Not far from a hide-a-bed, I
write down things that should be said
Transposing from inside my head,
pen and paper falls like lead

Wishing we could be
something we're not  instead
Things inside were kinda dead
from open wounds already bled

My mind, it goes from black to red
(and) I'll leave here again someday,
... But not today

The lier and the thief come undone
their shackles are my own
All the scars that could be known
from all the fighting that's been done
Sweat,
like sanity,
  slipping down the side of his face
    (Washed in grace)

I've reached my peak and I've gone past
feeling like I'm falling fast
Fleeting times of good and bad
nothing ever lasts

Spent miles alone and sad
broken bones, you signed my cast
Forgotten hate and had a blast
took the wheel and we still crashed

Wrote about my long lost Dad
went back to the bar for another glass
Realized that I'm still mad
made penance and had daily bread

Now I'm starting to get fat
Regretting the Life
   I still
    Never had