seeing how self centered i am
means i'm more self centered than I thought
i find myself buying my words
then i give away the words i bought

that's just me
a day in the life of misery
born to be
a life in the days of tragedy

poking the monster that lives inside
then loving the monster i fought
i find myself catching a beast
then releasing the beast that i caught

that's just me
a day in the life of misery
born to be
a life in the days of tragedy

i guess that's just the way i am
i try to learn what can't be taught
i just bring my heart and my words
and i give away the words i brought

i've been living on the fly for a while
a dive from the sky for a sight of the vile
i tried to find out why they can cry with a smile
but they decide to lie and die in denial

they divide the ties and put eyes on trial
hiding behind a blinding pride with guile
buying is their guide to arriving in style
vying for the high life with titles they compile

and i have no way to get home

looks like i'm stuck in the muck and the muddle
out of luck where i was put just to hush in the struggle
cuffed to this crust is just enough to bust my bubble
another **** to fuss and cuss in the dust and rubble

https://soundcloud.com/gary-loftis/alien-report-3

i saw a dead man today

how creepy

it was a really eerie thing
looking at his eyes
his mouth
his soul

i wondered how he had died

did he want to die?

i poked and prodded at him for a while
i wondered if he knew i was there
i wondered if he knew he was dead

was he watching me?
did he have a spirit?
was he completely gone from this world?

he was so cold
and stiff...
and still

did he feel cold and stiff inside?
or did he just feel that way to me?

i splashed water on his face

could he die again?
am i killing him?

yes and yes

i saw a dead man today
when i looked into the mirror

he said that he was homeless
on the other end of a telephone
his momma said she'd send her prayers
but prayers can't build a home

he has always known this
to be lost in a nowhere zone
from his birth there was no one there
and he was left so all alone

he said that he was homeless
she said "well, you're on your own"
it was hard to know that no one cared
only love could build a home

i get lost in the time
when i'm tossin' a line
all of my problems are lost in my mind

i don't need a big lake
to make my great escape
i sit on the bank and wait for the take

you know it's a sight
when my line goes tight
i set the hook and i am in for a fight

i get lost in the time
when i'm tossin' a line
all of my problems are lost in my mind

some like to live an illusion
an image is a game to play
they wear a disguise under midnight skies
then hide from the light of day