It was a long walk home, and a lot of thinking,
realizing all I've done, and all I've been taking.
Ironically enough from the fire in the sky,
all that has meaning burned smoke in my eye.

Today I took a shower with no light to fill the air,
a metaphor for all of my time and prayer.
Slept too long, had weird, funny dreams,
I'm sure someone can tell me what they mean.

A love to hold is definitely not in my schedule,
probably for all of these years I've been selfish.
So I'll live on now in a corner of lonely pride,
it feels like a heart attack, but it's just the pain inside.

When a noose looks inviting, but scares me away,
I see that life is still beautiful, despite my bad days.
When my friends are often absent, but stand by me pure,
I'm sicker than shit, and I don't think there's a cure.