Again, I'm on a stoop with vices in hand,
And that sweet therapy in my ears
It got me through the years
Of bike rides in the rain
And driving through states I hated...
I hated you
Jah, give me new feet
They're raw and I'm hurting
This is where I go to clear my head
You could deign toain
I kick my heels and I will the windshield to break,
And let those crystals mar your face
Then I watch that blood as it traces lines above
A hardened heart that strains to show a father's love
These wrongs can't be righted, yet,
But I'll try to do my best to forget
I miss that house, I miss the feeling
It was the goodbye, it was the greeting:
"Welcome to the place where we'll dress you down
With brass tacks, new legs, and a sturdy crown
You are the prince of your new kingdom"
Thy will be done,
Or I will be done
This is where I go when I can't see the veil and lace
This is where I go when I can't bear to see your face