When your chasing the stars that you once adored and you're reliving all the dreams you couldn't afford and your shoes are untied and you struggle to return them to strength and the hope that you once lived with can't be described at full length. The spirits are watching you with their own two eyes but they call themselves Willy and dress in disguise and they guess for awhile who you came with and what you do before they call up the police station and find out if its true. They bicker and fight over the fate of your life whether it by a gun a noose or a knife and you sit in the corner not wanting to hear, greatly struggling to live without fear. Hoping you get through with a little bit more I'll debate with myself under the head of the door; inside being all the mistakes that I made and the front lawn the heavens of the park and arcade and I'll manage to struggle while you do the same while our guardian angels play with our lives like a game and you'll hope that you never see me again, my pot smoking daddy and my beer drinkin friends and its at the moment at the corner of hope and might that I will give up on you and turn off the light. I'll be sorry for a while that I lost your soul it will be okay because I'm used to it, just one less life to control and I'll wish for awhile with the time on hand that I never had the guts to make my last stand
