when I got home/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 need 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

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