Family matter

I put my shoes on then I'm out the door

I think your just another whore

But i don't care this time

I wait a minute then I start to think

I turn around and I start to sink

In what I'm meddling in

The bathroom smells like shit

I know your sick of it

Why don't you call the plumber

Christmas decorations are still on

I know they're nice but come on

Its half way through the summer

I can't believe this mess

You know I must confess

Direct me to the phone

And all I can see

Is a tower of dreams

And real love bursting out of every

Seems to me sometimes when I am hiding in my mind

That I am stuck here and there's no way out of the mess

That I'm in and i'm fine within

I'm falling now