I wish I could be a part of your sadness. I wish I could cry for you. I hate to think of what you are going through. But, I've never known, I can't even sympathize.
I'm free, he can't touch me. Six feet down and there's no sadness. Hands and heads full. Old and hostile fists are pounding. . Nothing's simple. No respect or meaning.
Behind a stained glass window. A colorful blur is all that I see. A shattered view of the world. A shattered view of me. . Truth is hidden by shadows.
What was that that I was saying?. Seemed so important at the time. Planted in that chair, crawling inside. What ever time, that was no time at all. . Up or down, it's just as bad.
Day dreams on the ceiling. Ridges in my memories. Resting for the evening. To warm, to freeze. . Give me a reason. Why should I doubt. Something that comes so easy.
Nothing has divided you. Growing older faster than it should. Pieces of me outside your door. . See, you're not at home. I'd like to not wonder where you are.
Little blue bomb is waiting for me. I sit right down and turn the key. She starts to roll. Burning down the west highway. . She's goin' to where she belongs.
Every Sunday, my little girl and me. We take a ride, just get up and go. Four blood shot eyes coasting down the road. We look like trees on a windy day.