Park

When I was young it felt like my teeth were glued together

Imprisoned my tongue so many words id have loved to let go forever

Cup holders filled with empty bottles of beer, the passenger side's where I reside

Let go of the wheel, tell me you know how I feel, I wouldn't mind

Holding on to that quiet voice

That quiet park where you lost me at, and never came back

To look for me

Dreamt from a campground, while my blood was as still as the lake

That all was in order and my life was a chip in the paint

Numb as a statue, an apostate that lacks views of my own