I’m stuck in a haze, these marathon daze
Over and over
I open my eyes deep in the night
To cough rolling thunder

There’s smoke on my tongue
And I’m no longer young
I visit the river
To cool off my mind under the Rhein
Sweet blueberry shivers

And I’m over analyzing every bloody thing
King of nothing more than words that fail to bring meaning to my life
I could use a little cabin in the woods
Watch some birds and maybe smoke away the “shoulds"
Perhaps then I’d find some quiet

No more car alarms
Crowded subway cars
Indoor cigarettes
Pressure on my chest
No more mystery meats
Suicidal streets
Vomit by the door
Sticky bathroom floors

I miss the places that I know
The places that I go to be alone
I miss the places that I know
The places that I go to be alone

I miss endless fields
Early family meals
Peaceful dusk and dawn
Barefoot on the lawn
Walking with my mom
Coffee with my dad
Sisters laugh at me
Climb the cherry tree

To be alone…