is it that things i'm doing are wrong
is this god's wrath that's belted upon
my back, is tired and worn I wish something would just work out oh
i wonder if i'm the target of some indiscrip
corporal punishment
I think if it was more evident
then i could relate my struggles and just accept it
and i think i am just weight dragging down in the lake
tripping up the currant as runs over my head
I'm pushing back the waves
but no ones going to save
me now.
If i could fathom why being distant and lonesome
was a solution for making you feel awesome
i would buy every perscription to apply that to inner working now
Because now my throat aches from the cigarette i can't put down
because depdency is really more than I can allow
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