When the city lights are off
and I can't find a place to crash at all
I rest my mind in a sticky glass


And I know that I'll regret
every word I've taught to those strangers eyes

just to keep myself warm and in company

Sometimes I feel like my sister does

she had to suffer but she has done nothing wrong
except fighting to reach that "right reason"


I know my monsters
they're enemies ready to fire my gloom
and I'll meet many others

I've got some friends you should have known

When the teardrops that have flown so far

will touch the frailty of the poison I'm going to drink
I'll find the mix for a special night


And I know I will forget
all those secrets my mom created in
my poetic DNA


Sometimes I feel like my old man does
he's going to die without his son by his side

saying: "you have been a good dad"

But I live with passion

everyday I have a brand new book to flip
I might feel this passion
but now I can't remember if I'm stoned


I just can't remember