slice open my good eye,
so maybe I can finally see
the future and what's
in store for more.
the imaginary everything
lives inside your sea of dead dreams,
and this is where I hopefully float
before sinking.
not sure I bought these words
or stole them from a train in the rain,
with a song and a good lick
of fortune behind the neck of the woods.
in spite of lies, I can promise you this
that I am safer than I was back then
when it all began with a door and a pour,
so get ready for stairs and wet wrists.
in the life of the spirit,
you are always at the beginning
and the end and we've waited long enough
so let's rip off the bandage and try again, for good or ill.