Lost in Oklahoma
Traveling to feed my family...

Sounds howling like moans,
Rolling over hills of green...

You are my sweet amazing grace,
You helped me see what I wouldn't face...

I don't like whats left inside
I lost my pride the day Cobain died...

Having revelations
Kaufman and Beckett...

Amidst darkness of slumber
Through veins flow life...

Veins bereft of life
Colors change throughout the night...

My pocket empty,
My heart is full otherwise...

The waking of my spirit yawns at the light
I turn to see the sunshine as I squint my light...

I always was a little cynical man
I've never known the better half that I am...

I'm on my way to the bottom of another bottle,
Today...

The two people most meant for each other,
They give the most one could ask of another...