I have no home
Isn't that sad?
And the dreams that I've been having, are
The worst I've ever had

Still I long to sleep
I long to dream
I long to see the world again
Through child's eyes

And as it rains
Falls on me
The thunder speaks my language
Acrylic paintings and orange leaves

And as I cope
I remain to bleed
I feels so trapped yet blindly
Letting go so forcefully

It's getting cold
So hard to breathe
The wind that's in my face
Has reenforced weight upon me

But I don't cry
No I don't weep
Not cause I'm not sad
But it's because I feel so jaded all the time

I miss my dead dog
And I can't help
But to think he wasn't ready
When he died
Wrote him a song, about his death
While he was laying on my jeans, and still very alive

And I'm not the man
I want to be
At least not yet
I'm still trying
And I'm worshipped as something I'm not
I'm just a man
I'm nothing more than that

I'm on my destiny trails
I'm sailing through the whitest waters
Desolate jungles of my heart strings, play
The prettiest of songs

[Backwards]
I'm a vampire in a green house
I'm a ghost in a hall of mirrors
I'm a lonely boy, you confine me
Leave me it's okay