Whitewood

Like a snake Coiled up as a spring Lost your mind in suspense And threw all caution to the wind I wander down through the woods To clear my mind of the thoughts And by the base of a flood Is where i stumble headfirst Keep yourself clean-fall in a daydream It's what you've got to show and not what they perceive Seek solace in your blood And a house to call a home It's easier to achieve when going slow But you don't know Strike the heath Swilling smoke neath the trees I never learn from the mistakes always encompassing me Keep well and cleanse your woes With cigarettes for the stroll While you wade in the ford You thought you'd lost since youth But it starts to seep through your soul I'll wake you up in the afternoon I'd never waste conversation Always ask how you are If this fear's existential what's the point in the words? Cause i'm feeling so faulty in the ways i behave Hope tomorrow has the means Split the dark with matches and kerosene