Crack His Teeth

He might be blind
But he loves his kid
Just don't let him
Feed him what he's been fed

The baby's young
Or so he's been told
By the shriveled lives
Of those lost to old
Now's the time
To make the mistakes
He seems to enjoy life
Or at least the parts he hates

There's always a reason
There's always a chance
Ouroboros remains
Or the tooth is cracked
When he walks through fields
He's on his own
Is there ever a balance
Between cars and homes

With a bottle in one hand
And his son in the other
He often asks
Where is the mother

He asks his father
How do I stop
Myself and the monster
Staring through the clock
I'll take these pills
The ones self-prescribed
I against I until the I dies
But then what's left inside

There's always a reason
There's always a chance
Ouroboros remains
Or the tooth is cracked
When he walks through fields
He's on his own
Is there ever a balance
Between cars and homes