JOURNEY HOME

On my Journey Home I return drugged up and bruised

Battered up I'm like a lamb just on the drugs I used

In the grass I tumble thinking of the shit I do

Like why would I go do this to myself I think it's cuz of you

I'm just walking through a forest it looks barely visited

And I swear these trees are swaying I could swear that they were edited

But I ignore them cuz I just can't get you off my mind

I sometimes look in the mirror and I simply can't be found

And then I look inside your eyes and I swear that I go blind

Cuz I can't see nobody else it's like a curse from God

All I see is you an angel or is that just your facade

Cuz I've never met an angel which has never told me lies