Went on a three day drunk
blacked out and never woke up,
I was talking to Jesus Christ
as he was swimming in my cup.
Hunting for hidden treasure-
x marks the spot,
I am who I am but sometimes
I wish I was who I'm not,
cos I'm stuck on a sinking ship
rogue waves all around
neck deep in this shit that
you dug up from the ground,
I was feeling desperate
took the masthead for my wife:
should have second guessed it
she went down with my life.
I packed up and headed for the
shore and wandered the town
in a daze,
my friends ask if I'm okay,
others think it's just a phase.
My whole world is in storage,
in the closet safely kept
I know you want to visit
but it's been a while since I swept,
there's dirt beneath my nails
but a finger hasn't been raised
I just walked out of a hell that
was in the middle of being appraised.
I know there's love in store,
I see it in every dream
but patience has become a chore
mulling over the thought of what it
all means.
These boots weren't made for walking,
just for waltzing out this door,
your mouth's still busy talking
but out here I can't hear you anymore.

08/13/2009