I'll just spill out my guts to the cynics.
They're held together by the threads of a dream.
I'll write the words to my own damn book so the world can sing back to me.
I'm drunk, or just a little tired. These days it's hard to tell, but things are going well.
Hello Friend, have you met my wife? We both work jobs that we hate but we're getting by.
At least my dreams are cheap. They're all I have, so they have to be.
I'm on the roof of America and all I can do is yell.
I'm on the roof of America hiding from this fear of hell.
Everyone I love thinks that I'm a poet 'cause I made them up when times got tough. It's a side effect of giving up.
Hello Friend, have you seen my wife? She left me 10 years back and I never said goodbye. 'Cause when I do, she's gone. I'll know I'm all alone.
My selective compassion has brought me to question my hearts dereliction. Forgive me, I'm feeling drunk.
Or just a little tired, these days it's hard to tell if things are going well.
On the roof of America.
Everyone I love thinks that I'm a poet 'cause I made them up when times got tough. It's a side effect of giving up.
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