Steady Thoughts

I remember all those nights we all just sat around & got so plastered we hardly could stand.

All the nights my hands hit the sand.

Late at night when we all just didn't give a damn

Us taking a spin

50 on a 35, the breeze blowing my hair against face,

Oh my what a grace,

Whats it going to take?

To once more, take that gentle drive toward the lake

Why do I constantly ask when I already now, I was just a fake.

Nothing more

The nights galore
The group, the drinks
Were all but a mere illusion

My only solution

To conceal my self, from who I hated to be

Which was the real me

Things that I wish were truly there

Were all so bare

But where only in my mind

This time
Now days,
These eyes of mine always shine
These eyes of mine
These eyes of mine are fine