Humpday

Middle of the week take the train upstate where the air is fresh on my face

It's so easy to black out as it moves see the morning harsh on the lake

Feel the window reverberate

And I go outside makes me feel alive with my friends nearby and quiet

This place is my home even when alone throw my head back sweet and silent

While my thoughts are cold and violent

Someday I'll be in the right place

Today I go at my own pace

And with liquored breath comes a lack of depth where I let my feelings guide me

It's not beautiful to be pitiful to hang my head over in pain

Watching my last meal filling the drain

Someday I'll be in the right place

Today I go at my own pace