I’ve been scratching my eyes out, trying to give them to the sandman
I’ve got a master plan but I need a hand for support
This is no retort, nor the beginning of something great
But I ate the fruit and let it’s juices poison me when I caved in to flee instead of leaning on the stronger side of me, traced by a journal entry
Centuries before one third had wounds infected by war
I’m trying to keep the door open that has a hold on all of my motion
No faith in magic potions, might as well drink up
Or give up the cup and lay parched and alone
These are home grown problems, seeds in my pocket
Heart in a locket and I’m fumbling for the key before all chances pass by and hope ceases to be
It’s the clear water I’m after, this tap releases murky
Work the bad knee, no wheel chair present
I’m the pheasant getting shot down by a starving peasant
Hit the resin for a light head full of dread
I’ve rode spirits down roads that Rome built, don’t come crying to me when the rest of the flowers wilt, or your foot slips cause the stilts are giving out from underneath
The air’s lethal better keep an eye on your breath
And cherish what you’ve kept cause it will all pass away
The mental inspection said not safe to drive
Still I strive to pick up the passenger in my dreams
The one who leans on another but used to call me lover
I’ll hover like a hand for a thousand years
And collect my tears so you can shower in them