It ends like it starts
Rushing waves, crashing thoughts
Will I be warm in the bath
If I'm covered in red
Wine to drown the noises
And more to see your visions
I write to get well
Until I find a place to crash
Kick through windshield
Then write to get back home
I'm sorry I'm not always there
This reality slips my mind
'Cause I get lost in the far back
Behind the brush and pines
I'm still trying to reach out
Hoping for a sign
Like, an abstract in focus
A secret in disguise
So what do you sacrifice
For a good time, is it good?
'Cause I'm breaking my bones on full time
For a good time
So I'm asking why do we wait for a light for some summer change
So I'll look inside for a change to try and redefine this mental ache