JMOTB

I drive away from this place I call home
Heading straight for the ocean
And then falling fast through a web in my own mind
Analyzing emotion
Basking in warmer days
Yet making time for pain
But only prophets can see that world away
Stop creasing these I figure it's time
Up the ante and blow it open wide
All in good time

Cuz it feels real
When I could blow this town at any time
It's surreal how it feels
When your dreams come out from where they hide

I've tasted pain
The kind that a thousand years or more could never get rid of
But that same story looked at in a certain way
Shows I was more than receiving

In the prime of our lives
When we watched it slowly slip away
The surprise in her eyes
Shows we had some feelings locked away

Barely balancing on sawtooth
Either it's a tollbooth or it's a pay road
Heavy living in the same skin
Muttering the same sound
Cut from the same throat
Living in this world of crackheads
Modeling their sack threads
Fiending again
There is no silence anywhere

I'll just fix it later
I'll just wait til it's bowling me over
I'll just fix it later

You gave my life a taste of a love that's true
And hard to find in a lifetime
Rarely does one inspire or light my holy fire
That keeps me holding on

I'll just fix it later
I'll just wait til it's bowling me over
I'll just fix it later