Lyrics

This is something I haven’t been working on for long, so I don’t expect it to get rave reviews.  I’m also kinda unsure about where it’s going, but I have a few ideas.  Comments and criticism strongly encouraged.

Introduced to death at the tender age of five

21 years later and he’s still barely alive

Don’t worry he’ll survive, behind his smile and his clownin’

It’s all just a distraction to hide the fact he’s drownin’

At the bottom of liquor bottles where he looks for life’s meaning

Off of the track, he’s constantly careening

Again, thanks for reading and I hope this says something to someone.

– d