Old Fashioned

Blue skies I’m dreamin’ where all my troubles leave and

Can shape the perty mountains

That surrounds my private eden

The window pane framed my innocence and I dreamt

What was on the other side of the mountain where brand

New begins.

The lightning was an omen

For the path that would be chosen

For the monsoons that would come soon on my quest to

Know this where new windows opened

Then closed, to catch my frozen breath

And I scratched a slot to see, but it’s out of focus.

What’s left of me feels hopeless sitting next to me is

The notion

That I’ll never make it in front of me jaded behind me

Smoke and mirrors

And the years it took to get this lost

And I’ll toss them all away to find the pieces of my

I’m so far away

From the place where I used to dream

The moonlit still that framed the smile

When it was new to me.

But slowly, its grown old to me

This cold and lonely road.

Still I’m not where I want to go,

But I’m so so close.

And I’m running out of hope

And I don’t know how long I can hold

Hold on … baby! Your love is the elixir to sustain me

You can save me or I can go crazy!

I’m just fine, I’m getting by. Spent a lot of time

Getting high/ just wishing you would die

Came into the same pain drenched heart-wrenching

Gut busting, but nothing, fists clenching

Some mention tension like I'm a ghost in town

Like I'm already dead, so I lay my head down and

Dream...