I finally feel at home thrown in the deep end.
Start to shake, feel the ache as it creeps in.
But I can close my eyes and float through the hard times.
Know I'll land pen in hand on some hard rhymes.
It don't bother me piling up the demons.
Let them come, at least it's something to believe in.
And it's another mundane Monday mornin'.
Pour a cup, shoot it up, go for more, then wave
At the girl
Whose hair shines and bounces in curls.
We're doomed son, it's over, "grab the mink fur cloak."
We said it at the same time so that's a jinx for a coke,
It's all that she wrote.
Like a rabbit with a lynx at its throat,
A sinking boat in the heat of the moment,
I peacefully own it.
Though my bones are shaking, isolated, cold and aching,
It's not the end if I fail, it's just a bend in the trail.
When the demons scheme to squeeze me in the guillotine
I stay serene and kick up my heels.
I've learned to love how it feels.
(Instrumental)
Being overdue to feel like I win one
Gets the pot steamin' hot like and then some.
But there's a peace in me okay to let go.
Probably been hidden in from the get go.
I finally feel at home caught in the quicksand.
Sinking slow, here we go, make a wish and,
It's just another mundane Monday mornin'.
Triple shot, brew a pot, go for more, then wave
At the girl
Whose hair shines and bounces in curls.
Now it's overcast as boulders smash through broken glass
And frozen ash falls from the sky. Alcohol made of rye,
We sip it gingerly as embers flicker, shimmering,
Sizzling when hit by the snow. It's time to get up and go
Before the lava reaches agua fallin' off the beaches,
Leaving us trapped on the sand. Evacuate to high land.
Such a grand day abandoning our plan A.
If we liquify into glass at least we had a good laugh.