That gross inside. May you never know my test
Inside a pillow talk on ambien near cardiac arrest...
Shackles of a kinder prison. Keeping me in chain...
Old places in a rearview left like dish soap in the drain...
Trees of green the breathing sky. I wonder by design.
The mountain line. Breaking the ground. Riding high.
And in my mind.
I find more dreams that make a man.
To understand I never could be something other than me