Innocence of in our day
Unperfected of tomorrow
He wants to realize his mistakes
But imperfection blinds the way
His wrists are torn
From left to right
His lungs stained
From the cocaine
Will he ever go back to the innocent days
Of church with the family
Table dinners
Feeling like a winner
Not being such a sinner
Imperfection blinds his way
Misguiding friends
And thoughtless mistakes
But a white coat which his mother wears
Wraps so tightly around him
Everywhere
The feeling inside cannot be described
His knees hit the floor
He cannot take it anymore
How can someone
So unperfected
Be corrected
From a White coat of Affection
The White Coat which leads him in the right direction
Though you see, his mother passed away not too long ago
Just before he crashed down to unruliness
Even though his mother is gone
That feeling keeps inside
No more lies
Drunken Drives
Thanks to direction from the White Coat of Affection
