Take me home now, Im drunk enough.
I begin to fall down, a taste in my mouth.
I think Im going to be sick now, need to sit down.
Ive drunk enough.
I wont remember today tomorrow, Is this okay?
And I feel good about it.
I think Im sober enough I start to crawl out.
This place inside myself I begin to fall down.
Im sober enough to feel completely numb now.
Ill remember today tomorrow, Is this okay?
Then it occurs to me......
Reallity overtaking me.
Too young to see a future in front of me.
What to be? Yet to be. Dont want to be.
Im awake inside this head of dreams.
Too far down deep inside to survive.
Im awake inside this head of dreams.
Im sober enough to drink and cry.
Im awake inside this head of dreams.
Never made a difference, go ahead and hate me.
Precious fatalities of futures in front of me.
What to be? Want to be. Im still yet to be.
Awake inside this head of dreams and Im sober enough to cry.
Copyright ©2007 Jesse Ross Ketcham
