I've got to break out

Ive got to break out

Enjoy the simple things in life
If I can find them anymore

An infectious groove that I wish I wrote
A lyric that makes me me laugh and cry

Are the gifted cursed?

Allow the emotions to spill over. Its ok.

Shift my chair for a different view
Still I see the tattered truth

Inspiration source is limited from pavement to porch.
From chemical fields to metalic skies.

Rewritten truth is the new lie.

And there I go again
I wish that tree never grew.