I had a show a few weeks ago
Its getting harder and harder to sing
And it is hard to focus on my guitar
Playing when inside a baby is kicking
At first I was sad and scared
Cause this is all I know how to do
Then John and Peter played standing up
Sometimes something will change and that change
Will change you
Then I thought back to six years ago
When Brian Pilkton told me to play
He gave me a car, a typewriter, a guitar
Before that all I could do was count days
Then I thought back to before my coma
Rehab in Tacoma, my junkie roommates
All that I knew how to do was put cigarettes
Out on my self, I took pills and I drank
And I thought back to when I was 15
How I was squeaky clean, and I wanted to die
I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness
All that I could do was keep living a lie
Its getting harder and harder to sing
And it is hard to focus on my guitar
Playing when inside a baby is kicking
At first I was sad and scared
Cause this is all I know how to do
Then John and Peter played standing up
Sometimes something will change and that change
Will change you
Then I thought back to six years ago
When Brian Pilkton told me to play
He gave me a car, a typewriter, a guitar
Before that all I could do was count days
Then I thought back to before my coma
Rehab in Tacoma, my junkie roommates
All that I knew how to do was put cigarettes
Out on my self, I took pills and I drank
And I thought back to when I was 15
How I was squeaky clean, and I wanted to die
I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness
All that I could do was keep living a lie
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