White Locks

If I could take away the pain
I don't think I'd care to try
For all the times I've bled and cried
Made me who I am
I don't like the way I pin the blame
Instead of taking the fault myself
Why only now I care for my health
But oh well
Now
It doesn't matter if I chose calamity
I wouldn't trade the moon for all the coin I don't have
I've got me a couple homies
I've got pizza pepperoni
And a Guitar to soothe me when I'm sad
Now that ain't half bad
I left the house quarter to nine
My laces tripped me right out the door
I guess I like hugging concrete floors
A new emotion to explore
I showed up right at ten a.m.
An hour later and you're not here
I pick me up with an ice cold beer
And I feel
Now
It doesn't matter if my
Bones are shattered if I
Keep it up I'm sure I'll find a purposeful path
I've got the love from my Momma
I roll like the Dalai Lama
Wrote a book of the drama I don't have
Now that ain't half bad