Afterword

My waking breath, its crooked teeth It pulled me out of my bed And dragged me into the street And now I'm laying by the gutters Scraped elbows and knees Where is my sun to bread Bread to crumbs Look at what I've become I don't care, if you're high or not I care if you lie a lot You tell me that it's real, no That's not how I feel, yeah Pulling out your hair Doesn't tell me that you care I've been walking through the motions For a minute now My family wonders how I make it through the clouds I am trapped inside my head I kind of like it here I am immune to fear I use my knees to steer I become the rain I let my body drift far away I'm stepping out of the shade Oh, get the camera 'Cause I'm thinking That the ceiling Cannot handle the load Maybe we sell the film, get rich That's neither here nor there But no way you're going home With anybody that's not me If I catch you with him Then his ass is dead meat And I'd really rather not Have this conversation 'Cause I'm feeling irritated No, I don't have the patience I am but a young man Nothing like a saint Everybody telling me to paint my face If I was you, wouldn't know what I'd do Hope I'd help myself try to see me through