At the end of the day
When the sun goes down
And the cow jumps over the moon;
When we're fat as pigs
And drunk as skunks;
When our eyes start to slowly contract
Like a python digesting an elephant.
The voices want to play:
The ones that call us fat, ugly, stupid, crazy, worthless and such and such.
The voices of doubt and fear that are always lurking and tworking looking for attention.
And if we're drunk and high enough or the t.v is loud enough
or we're stuffed enough we might be able to:
And if we're drunk and high enough or the t.v is loud enough
or we're stuffed enough we might be able to:
COUNT SHEEP......SOUND ASLEEP
EVEN AS THE BUFFALO ROAM
BUT IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT WHEN IT'S QUITE AS A MOUSE
THE MONKEY ON OUR BACKS IS PARLAYING WITH THE VOICES IN OUR HEADS,
RUNNING LIKE WILD HORSES IN OUR ONCE GREEN PASTURES.
SOMETIMES ITS BETTER TO BE A
THE MONKEY ON OUR BACKS IS PARLAYING WITH THE VOICES IN OUR HEADS,
RUNNING LIKE WILD HORSES IN OUR ONCE GREEN PASTURES.
SOMETIMES ITS BETTER TO BE A BIG BIG FISH IN A SMALL POND
THAN A
IF WE CHANGE OUR MINDS WE CAN CHANGE OUR LIVES.
Listen
~TwannaShontay~
No comments:
Post a Comment