W CLINTON

Wide eyes follow white lines kissin'
 Cigarettes to kill the time with the
 Window down to drown out the noise
 As these suicidal thoughts run through my brain
 Operation Doomsday on repaeat
 Backwoods burnin' in the backseat
 What if I leave and dont find what I need
 What if I come home even more empy
 Was it half as hollow as a night on loan from bottles bottom?
 Liquid lives in love with loose lipped appetite and my dear you're looking quite nice tonight
 I'll lick the holy water dripping off your altar of lust, rain your hips on me from above
 I trade my scripture for a bottle of liquor, I'm drowning
 I sold my soul just to see what its worth, I'm counting
 Down the days till im home then away
 cause no matter where I go I can not get away
 I'm never satisfied
 I'm never satisfied
 Show me no mirrors and show me no pictures
 I'm glad I'm not the person that I used to be
 People change sometimes it's minute to minute I saw it happen to you so I know that it could happen to me
 I felt strange when the acid became main
 I opened up my mouth and could only exclaim change
 And if you pray for the rain you've gotta deal with the mud
 Inside out like a sweater I always talk to much
 To live alone in your twenties
 To fill your lungs with smoke