Breaking Windows

Again, i'm on a stoop with vices in hand,

And that sweet therapy in my ears

It got me through the years

Of bike rides in the rain

And driving through states i hated...

I hated you

Jah, give me new feet

They're raw and i'm hurting

This is where i go to clear my head

You could deign to refrain

I kick my heels and i will the windshield to break,

And let those crystals mar your face

Then i watch that blood as it traces lines above

A hardened heart that strains to show a father's love

These wrongs can't be righted, yet,

But i'll try to do my best to forget

I miss that house, i miss the feeling

It was the goodbye, it was the greeting:

"welcome to the place where we'll dress you down

With brass tacks, new legs, and a sturdy crown

You are the prince of your new kingdom"

Thy will be done,

Or i will be done

This is where i go when i can't see the veil and lace

This is where i go when i can't bear to see your face