Thoughts from the Third Floor Fire Escape

I was looking at the trees and I saw what they were saying to me
They think that I could fly but I think that I could be anything
I was running through the streets and she was chasing after me
Why does she think that she can change someone as messed up as me?
A mom that can't see me and a dad that always leaves
I'll paint a picture of myself to see what they've always seen in me
Alcohol is in the stream my blood is simply drowning
You better not listen to me. You better not step in to see this side of me

Put your hands behind your head
Hold them there til I get back

I was looking at the sky 'cause it reminds me of your eyes
Can I see your smile just one more time?
Then maybe I'll smile back
I was looking at his grave and I wondered what he'd say
Would he still be proud if he could see me today?
Or would he look away?
I was looking at the hole that I made in the wall...
I never want to get that angry again, and I'm sorry I did