addict with a pen

hello

we haven't talked in quite some time

i know

i haven't been the best

of sons

hello

i've been traveling in

the deserts of my mind

and i

haven't found a drop

of life

i haven't found a drop

of you

i haven't found a drop

i haven't found a drop

of water

water

i try desperately to run through the sand

as i hold the water

in the palm of my hand

cause it's all that i have

and it's all that i need and

the waves of the water

mean nothing to me

but i try my best

in all that i can to

hold tightly onto

what's left in my hand

but no matter how

how tightly i will strain

the sand will slow me down

and the water will drain

i'm just being dramatic

in fact

i'm only at it again

as an addict with a pen

who's addicted to the wind

as it blows me back and forth

mindless

spineless

and pretend

of course i'll be here again

see you tomorrow

but it's the end of today

end of my ways

as a walking denial

my trial was filed as a crazy

suicidal head case

but you specialize in dying

you hear me screaming

father"