Burns

Every morning about this time

You take a look in the mirror, greys and lines

Every part of your face can tell the story

Bad decisions and beds you made

All the visions and plans begin to fade

Had it right in your hands, the keys to glory

That's the way that it goes

Life ain't nothing but what you chose and what you made

Everybody gets a turn, but goddamn it burns

Cherry paint and the top let down