All the lights fade and shine at the same time
Stars, suns, darknesses and ice
They all seem to be found in the same pouring of a drink
be it cheap scotch or expensive memoirs
Solid ground leaves me as soon as it feels I'm getting somewhere
And I find myself dwelling on the same mistakes again.
When will I grow? I don't know.
Doors lead to streets. Windows lead my thought anywhere but here...
and thoughts lead me to you
The sadness I bring will be followed by pain.
Some say that you have to go down before standing tall and walk like a man
I'm a feet away from nowhere, how much longer do you need me here?
What's the lesson? tears? desperation? fear?
I don't get it, so for now I'll just drink another scotch