The Breakdown

Why do good moods

Slip through my fingers

Then voodoo hits me in the chest

Puts me through the ringer

That’s why I’m throwing punches

At loved ones that linger

I’m in the ether with kush clouds

Doing my best imitation of a bird

On his way down, I feel absurd

In this skin prison, no outs

Did I leap or was I pushed?

Watch me creep past my luck

Flipping pages till they’re torn

Trying to figure out how I got here

When I swore I’d die young

Still not old enough for giving up

I’m getting up and dusting off

Yesterdays as I raise my gun

At imaginary enemies all around

This use to be so much fun

Age has jaded me except my edges

Gonna catch the wind again

From up high I can count my blessings

Getting better at my sins

Learning hard all my lessons

At least I know that they’ll stick

I pluck and pull at my own feathers

An anxious mess in my sleep

I know ‘I need you is better’

So why do I curse and scream

Putting curses on my own crib

I’m a ghost that’s haunting me

Not today, I’ve gotta live

Till the breakdown remakes me