My mouth is filled with plastic glowing stars,
They're falling out.
Do you think you raised a monster?
The streets of Nothern Indiana grow brighter the more I drool & stumble.
What can I say?
So you will not cringe when I speak.
What should I be?
So you'll quit looking at me that way.
When I sleep I'm wading in the Saint Mary's River waist deep.
Bribing the blue gill for some sense of relief.
Clawing at the strings, hanging from that tree
In Pleasant Mills where people throw their shoes,
I've been trying on their boots.
I'm trying to be somebody new.
Hesitation.
Disappointment again.
Now I feel stupid.
I'm tracing my old name onto my hips.
I'm laying my cards out.
I'm barring these apologies from my lips.
When I sleep I'm wading in the Saint Mary's River waist deep.
Bribing the blue gill for some sense of relief.
Clawing at the strings, hanging from that tree
In Pleasant Mills where people throw their shoes,
I've been trying on their boots.
I'm trying to be somebody new.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Saint Mary's River”
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309