I sit around all day wishin’ the hours away
Till it's time to go home and sit there all alone.
I’m walking t’wards death,
Blind in disinterest,
Surrendering my best with every step
And every breath.
Life really is as empty as the Hope left inside of me.
My clear eyes, and all they perceive,
Dictate the lies creating all that I believe.
The maple syrup moments come like a coma and go,
Like stacked up bills and payments,
Draining my life so deceivingly slow.
And I wish for some reward,
Some tacit promise for the chances I miss,
Maybe the joy in an honest kiss,
Or the truth in every word.
Fuck it, I'm not afraid,
Tho maybe I should be,
For all those things I cannot see
Or debts I’ve let go unpaid.
My vices have grown so out of control
They seem as vast as the ocean's soul
Who's waves relentlessly roll,
And I can't worry how my end is made.
