I might be doing alright
I might be breathing clean air
But I
Can’t shake this feeling I have
That I’m
Living another man’s life

I’m
Holding the same position
Still in the same condition
Holding the same resentments
Always the same
Just further down

I was born wrong
I don’t worry much about it
Born drunk
But I don’t mind


Worn down
I fell in and out the system
Turned out
But I don’t mind

Even though I feel the pieces
Life’s just a time frame
Working on the art of free fall
Suspension of loyalty
Blade flashing, eight seconds
A life down a shower drain
Weight dropping, forcefeeding
Well it’s just a fucking jail

If I tell myself they’re wrong
Or if I tell myself I’ve earned it
It’s always the same dull throb
As if I’m somewhere else

And I feel the same way now
I heard you made it out
Innocent or not
Enjoy the long ride
Down

At the wrong place
I got drunk and lost my temper
One taste
And I went down

Rough break
I got pinched and caught the full stretch
But one day
I walked out

Even though I’ve lost the pieces
Life’s not a bad thing
Working on the art of free fall
Suspension of self respect
Four thousand, bi monthly
My name off the pink slip
Clean record, no zip code
Their lives were a package deal

If I tell myself I’m home
If I close my eyes and focus
I almost hear your voice
Over there
Somewhere else

And I feel the same way now
I hope you make it out
Innocent or not
Enjoy the long ride
Down

Well if I’ve waited too long
I’ll find my own way out
There is nothing worse than selling out
For half your worth
You can run from Death but in the end you’ll beg her to
Draw closer

Hey, I was dreaming of light
I was stretched on a bunk
I was almost there

Hey, I was dreaming of air
I was walking the yard
I was almost there