Just because I thought . . .
was the futherest from the truth

I dedicated all my energies
to the wasting of my youth

Here's to love and family
and all my shady friends

That leave me cold and lonely
Was it worth it in the end

Bitter is as bitter does
The cup will measure up

Bitterness comes from a root
Buried deep inside the gut

Sure I have my memories made
They never let me sleep

I twist them into my dreams
the ones I never keep

The Indians left behind the old ones
who could not match their step

Perhaps it was kinder still
than prolonging the agony of their death

Whose bones I walk upon I will never know

Just know it's getting harder
to get off my *** and go