Staring in a daze at this empty page
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Waiting for a thought to move me
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Black pen ready to fly across the lines
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How many million times will I think of nothing
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before a knock at my door draws me from this chair?
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an angel with gold hair will be there to grab my hand
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and drag me with her
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Where?
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As long as it's not here, I hardly care
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How I'd love to hook up my headphones
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and bail on my stale home with you tonight
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Take me where you go
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Desert, sea, or snow
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My bedroom makes me feel so claustrophobic
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I could use some sky
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Sun for bloodshot eyes
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My lungs are black with smoke
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My heart is half-broke
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The walls are closing in
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My high gone with the wind
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that sings through the bulletholed window
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Why do i feel so spent?
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Sunny Sundays worked to pay the rent
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How not awesome
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I wanna hook up my headphones
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and bail on my stale home with you tonight
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Staring in a daze at this empty page
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Staring in a daze at this empty page
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Daydreaming Of Rescue
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DESA |