I try to picture it but it never ever fits and it’s certainly unspoken I done quit that shit and since I can’t get my fix I’m just permanently broken Beneath a sky that’s open the lord said I was chosen Great now I’m hearing things Maybe I really should stop smokin As we exhale into the silence that binds us, gods love arrows never fails to find us, in hindsight deep inside i could tell our times up, your kiss makes my heart race like snorting narrow lines up, by your grace i could leave behind the drugs, but one look of your face and we’ve already made our minds up, sunny days to remind us I’m tired of thinking in rhymes I’m tired of having to think all the time I’m tired of making these choices with a bunch of bullshit that ain’t even mine I’m tired of taxes Of breaking my back sweating my ass off for a little extra cash just to have happy old sam just take all but half And I’m tired of bitchin. Don’t give a fuck which one of you listen These choices are given Not imposed The more that you choose the more you’re exposed And what is to fear but fear it’s self. But all that I say that we fear is our selves So I’ll try to do it and if you do as well Than maybe we’ll make a true heaven of this hell