Tipsy and high, to get by, ignore pains of wanting to die
Until I can see goals waiting for footsteps such at these.
Spinning wheels while throwing money into the gas tank, going nowhere fast
Time to play and a time to score without ceasing
Putting bottles and pipes down because energy is needed to walk stairs is redemption.
Waiting for yourself at the peak.
Ready to stand, travel to new places cause I’ve been in hell, I’ve been in the mirror confused, wondering what I take stand for.