Swinging At Ghosts

Taking more prescription than Futch did

Can't sleep, my nightmares I experience them lucid

Tears sneaking down my eyes from the smack of the broomstick

Life kick you while you're down aye, something like Bruce Lee

Withdrawal symptom multiple kinds

Ain't nothing to gain from inside of their lines

Had to let her fly, couldn't see the demise

Then I spent the whole summer going out of my mind

Eyes wide awake in the nighttime

I've Arrived At Non-Places, I was searching for lifelines

Finding all the answers mighta taken a lifetime

I looked up from my studies and the time, it flew right by