4

Stir crazy with a case of cabin fever

Your eyes and lips orbit in my mind

I miss the kiss I missed I had to leave her

A kiss I missed better than any I'll ever find

I lie awake in a wake of lies of a different kind

I'm out my mind

Pages of paper with ink absorbed on every line

Opened my veins to let my feelings flow

I would come to find in time that I had a spine

When I let it go I really tried to show

Everything inside of me was silver glow

But now I know

She was a gorgeous batch of bunker bombs

Could suck the air from any room

It's no surprise that they rise when she arrives in the loudest calm

I'll take it to my tomb, back inside my mother's womb

My soul blown away by her sonic boom

Swept up with a broom

I should have died that night but blew my only chance

Old habits have a habit and they're hard to kill

I did a dance around my chance to live and let romance

Still I'm dreaming in the still and I remember still

I wish my "can"s were "can't"s, 

to press rewind and re-stand my stance

Slightly brash or bold enough to boldly go where I've never been

To be a hypocrite I'd gladly quit avoiding sin

One more shot, one more bullet in the same old gun

Passed what's passed so I can pass the test and what was done