#escher
I woke up feeling morning pain
Another barroom brawl
I didn't make my bed last night
I slept out in the hall
I made it to the correct floor
I just couldn't find my keys
I can't keep living life like this
Can someone help me please?
I'm sick of empty promises
Every bottle seems to be
An enigma in a riddle
And they all keep calling me
I'm sick of empty promises
And of bottles holding dreams
My life's an Escher painting,
So, it seems
Different bars, the same result
I always wake up ******
Sunday Morning Sunshine hurts
and I'm always here alone
I am tired of the drinking
Of the searching, of the fight
But, I end up every morning
Still feeling like last night
I'm sick of empty promises
Every bottle seems to be
An enigma in a riddle
And they all keep calling me
I'm sick of empty promises
And of bottles holding dreams
My life's an Escher painting,
So, it seems
I wake up in dark back alleys
And if I make it home at all
I end up in the stairway
Sleeping, curled up in a ball
I'm not looking for redemption
Just a way to stop the sounds
Of the bottled empty promises
Before I'm in the ground
I'm sick of empty promises
Every bottle seems to be
An enigma in a riddle
And they all keep calling me
I'm sick of empty promises
And of bottles holding dreams
My life's an Escher painting,
So, it seems
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC