Whiskeyed Sea
Each new horizon is a losing battle...

Teach me how to let you go
For you’re a master at that...

Freedom...

I roam this Earth with a plastered smile
As if it was made of paint...

If the drunken nights could take form they would...
Endless oceans of harbored hurt and pain...

You never knew the pain behind the smile
or the cuts upon her skin...

When the dawns’ light fleetingly fades
Im forced to sleep through the pain...

I hide the pain behind a smile
just to get me by...

Sweet memories fill my head of what we use be
Reminiscing on the good times we shared...

Trapped in a skin unknown
But to their surprise I’ve been here all along...

I can put a bandage on an open sore
Give it time and watch it heal...

Broken Pieces
Shattered glass plastered upon the pavement...