I honestly don't know from whence I appeared,
Just a lost soul from a crossroad
that found himself here,
So pull up your barstools and tip up your beers,
There's noone that knows you here,
Noone that cares,
It's the wrong time for a long rhyme,
I'll keep my lines short,
The price of this life seems too much to afford,
With too much to do seems I'm screwed cross the board,
And unfinished business just steers me off course,
So I sing of a few things I need off my chest,
We take drugs we make love wake up with regrets,
Its a hard write of a hard life but thats just the deal,
We're all grasping and searching for something that's real...