Well I’ve been locking myself up in my house for sometime now
Reading and writing and reading and thinking
and searching for reasons and missing the seasons
The Autumn, the Spring, the Summer, the snow
The record will stop the record will go
Latches latched the windows down, the dog coming in the dog going out
Up with caffeine and down with the shot
Constantly worried about what I’ve got
Distracting my work but I can’t make a stop and my confidence on and my confidence off
And I sink to the bottom and rise to the top
and I think to myself that I do this a lot
World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes
and witness it all from the blinds of my windows

I’m a little nervous bout what you’ll think when you see me in my swimming trunks and
last night New York I got raging drunk
remember one time I got raging drunk with you
Now I can recall a time when we made the city streets our playground
swimming in the fountain filled with cigarettes and bottles
sped through Italian city streets of cobblestone

because we had to
because I loved you
because the damned alcohol
because whatever at all

now I’ve grown to aware of my mortality to let go and froget about dying long enough to
drop the hammer down and let the indolence go wild and flying through