Sean Three

You say get a grip, when I fail down below, another momentary slip, I don't need drugs to pray, sooth my bones, my quest to get away, dreamers have surly lips, manacles of wretched homes, others take a coin and flip, easy jokes and spirits flay, across 49 different time zones, everything we gain, drowns in a headlight dip, in consumptive hollows, take another nip, won’t know how I stay, if I can dump this ‘phone, when faith is a getaway, I’ll make this trip, the wind will moan, nail me to a coffin ship, c'mon baby let’s go