CAME BACK TO ME
I threw the toaster in the bath
I drove the car way too fast
I closed my eyes to cross the road
Ignored the prince and kissed the toad
What was that I left behind?
My innocence or was it pride?
A boy to a man
And a man to a freak
The deaf be heard
And the mute did speak
And endless battle pushing shit uphill
Not employing my free will
I was an arrogant fool sprouting crap
In a temperamental dummy spat
In the big bad city, a small town boy
Having too much fun with big boy toys
I was hoping for a stupid thing
While mining for gold in a rubbish bin
Ever numb I buried my pain
And got no sleep on the runaway train
Needle. Haystack. Forest. Trees.
Myopia is a fools disease
I released the bags and dropped the dread
I took a deep breath and cleared my head
I smelled the coffee and climbed a tree
And then when life came back to me
I found my spunk when I went down south
What stupid things I worried about
No one buys what sells for free
And so thats when I came back to me
