I finally crawled out of my self
And promptly built another shell
Crafted it with empty bottles
And half smoked cigarettes
Glued it all together
With a sticky, love mess

Living heavy by the light of the moon
Dying to escape the bright of the sun
All of these slippin days
They make for wicked ways

Falling asleep as the sun came up
Dreaming about my morning cup
Preparing for another day
Of thinking my whole life away

Sickened by the shadows I've cast
Tryin' anything, everything
To escape my past
Cracking the shell, bit by bit
I think, I think I'll get the hang of it

Living heavy by the light of the moon
Dying to escape
the bright of the sun
All of these slippin days
They make for wicked ways


Won't you help me through this phase?