When And Why

She gave me feeling but some say I've died. Handling my love 'cause I'm tired of inside. Drugs don't work, I've tried a thousand times. Still the ceiling and me always seem to collide. This week I'm bleeding. He stayed inside. Watched the creeps, heard 'em when the woodwork Squeaked through his lazy eye. Some days are fine, but as the spring tightens He seems to unwind. Stress items, so let's just leave it behind. I'm high. Watch the news as he brews another cup of Chai. There's no God, at least one that meets His eye. Holding his hands to the sky. To the empty baggies of my Mind. To the empty baggies of my mind. A world of vacuum and meaningless shit. We consumed on one side. I sift it. I have some issues I need to deal with. She threw rinse and waters, drain and I sift. Stained sheets of my brain give me no peace. To work, to work it out. He had some trouble believing life was filled with This much doubt. Smoke whispers a sound. I'm high. Watch the news as he brews another Cup of chai. There's no God, at least one That meets his eye. Holding his hands to the sky. To the empty baggies of my mind