Savior

The lost man is letting go of his boy toys
Material things are not connected to true joy
Searching for different experiences
To feel some sort of relevance
Regret in the morning
Hoping that the saviour can bring him to deliverance
From evil
Caught in it like bad movies that keep getting sequels
Still haunted by the thoughts of leaving behind his people
Fake promises echo inside his head
While he's lying down in his bed
Different words that he could've said
To all those text that were left on read
Multi purpose tissue paper on the right side of his night stand
Reachable for when he gives in to his sins like a weak man
But also to wipe his tears
Because his life is far from what he planned
And he can't help to think
That he's just a lost soul that is damned

How do you expect the lord to forgive you
If you don't forgive yourself?
It all starts
With you

Hangovers have become part of his morning routine
9 to 5 is when he works
6 to 12 is where the alcohol blends in
Emptier than the Wizard of Oz Tin Man
He needs to sit down to figure out where he stands
In life
Light years away from finding a wife
Too much lost blood from being betrayed by the knife
How do you expect this man to be loving and extra nice?
When he fought to get in line and couldn't even get the last slice
Not trying to make new purchases
But you still end up paying the price
Winter hearts trying to win back love
But they end up with careless advice
Who would've thought this man was once a kid
With big dreams and many goals
So afraid of missing shots
That he preferred not to try at all