I tend to run dry
Coming untied
I do the best that I can
Not to lie to my friends
I like the sunshine
Try to be positive
I say some dark things
But I'm not tryna be grim
Been spendin' all day
Wishin' you were around
f** your call back
You should've picked up
I'm goin' blind here
I'm on overload
I'm under-impressed
I think I've run out of luck
I run my own game
Lose my own game
I pay the bills
So what if I'm a little behind
It's not a contest
I make my own art
Nobody wants it but hey
I've got a lot on my mind
I was a young boy
Out in New Orleans
I met a girl I could love
I should've gave her a kiss
Out in the streetlight
I took my pa**
I saw that look in her eye
The kind of look that you miss
I'm not a mean guy
But I've had them green eyes
When I look into the abyss
I feel my gaze is returned
I fight my monsters
I wonder what I've become
Perhaps a monster to some
Count it among my concerns
Don't wanna get high
I just wanna be high
Throw on my dress shoes
And cut up a rug
I'll be your workhorse
But I'm sleepin' real late
I gave all my money up
To these leaches s**in' my blood
I was a young boy
Hiding in a ravine
The fairest face I had seen
Was swimming deep in my mind
It's childish stuff
But just to look was enough
I wrote your name down
At least a thousand times