You said your head verletzt wie verrückt,
and I admitted mine did too,
but there were seconds before the opening
when our intentions were misconstrued.

Now we speak into a compass
and navigate with our phones,
and while we're blowing in misdirection
we're surely talking when no one's home.

And I'd leave the light on forever
if it meant that you'd return,
but there's this girl, just some kid you see,
and she tastes like the ash in an urn.

And my father collects his scraps
and sells them to other drunks;
and once a year I go and dig him out,
and we pretend we're havin' fun.

In this cellar with my regrets
I keep on strummin' this guitar,
just another 6 string that I didn't buy,
and it doesn't sound like me at all.

So I keep diggin' in the basement
as the kids all fall asleep,
and when I break through this foundation,
I'm gonna' finally see my dreams.

Because down here there's not a chance to lie
and everyone's had enough,
I'll just bury myself down in the lime
and watch it eat me up.

02/10/2017