addict with a pen
Hello, we haven't talked in quite some time
I know I haven't been the best of sons
Hello, I've been traveling in the deserts of my mind
And I haven't found a drop of life
I haven't found a drop of you
I haven't found a drop
I haven't found a drop of water
Water, oh, oh
I try desperately to run through the sand
As I hold the water in the palm of my hand
'Cause it's all that I have and it's all that I need
And the waves of the water mean nothing to me
But I try my best and all that I can to
Hold tightly onto what's left in my hand
But no matter how, how tightly I will strain
The sand will slow me down and the water will drain
I'm just being dramatic
In fact, I'm only at it again
As an addict with a pen
Who's addicted to the wind
As it blows me back and forth
Bindless, spineless, and pretend
Of course I'll be here again
See you tomorrow
But it's the end of today
End of my ways as a walking denial
My trial was filed
As a crazy, suicidal head-case
But you specialize in dying
You hear me screaming, "Father!"
And I'm lying here just crying
So wash me with your water
Oh, oh, water
Hello, I haven't talked in quite some time
I know I haven't been the best of sons
Hello, I've been traveling in the deserts of my mind
And I, I haven't found a drop of life
I haven't found a drop of you
I haven't found a drop
I haven't found a drop of water