when I got stoned last night
I felt a rush of new ideas like I do every time
none of the thoughts stuck around
they walked past me in a line
before I could hear what they said

but one stuck around
and he told me
"sure those boys didn't really give you a chance,
but it's better than thinking nothing when you're sober"
that idea walked out my head

I confess
I had an addiction to building LEGO sets when I was a child
I needed more
I was materialistic and selfish
to the point of ingratitude towards my parents

I felt that I deserved more legos

I can't say that I feel the same as I did back then
but the part of me that craved those blocks remains

I got some secrets
I haven't told anybody but my high school orchestra teacher
I can feel my lips moving, but I can't feel yours
when we're talking to each other about speakers
and getting drunk tomorrow

I'm sorry man, I just can't focus today
I'm no good when it comes to thinking and speaking
so I'll leave you to your plans
If you can I'd like you to keep it down while I'm sleeping

Each day I see myself in the mirror
I can't help but feel the image is slightly further from God's
than yesterday

If I didn't see another mirror for the rest of my life
would I lose the memories of my own face?

I see life through the smudges on my glasses
If I wipe them away I will see clearly for a while
but if they stay, the people I see become blurred,
their faces clouded by my unwillingness to clean

your thumbs are sore
you can't rip anymore blocks apart

the visage of Man was made in God's image
but God didn't have any scars
so Man got hurt and made marks on his image
and God got up and walked to the bars

the visage of Man was made in God's image
but God didn't have any scars
so Man got hurt and made marks on his image
and God got up and walked to the bars