Cold Smoke

I live in a world so cold 

None of these rays can melt what I feel 

Searching through the ice to find what’s buried 

I want to find the roots 

Of the tree that haunts my soul 

But it is a nonstop mental maze 

 

I want to blaze 

My heart is already stoned 

Let's add more mental and physical black holes 

That’s how I heal
I want to be loose 

Never can get cleaned 

 

She called me a tweak 

He still prays 

They’re both fools 

Last thing they told me was that I sold 

Even before they saw me as a heel 

I guess I’m living up to that goal 

 

My sayings were all cliches 

“I promise I’ll go to Pete” 

“I have nothing to conceal” 

“It is just a phase” 

My eyes rolled 

I could have just told truths 

 

But it is hard to heal these wounds 

They don’t understand that it is hard to control 

To get smoked 

It’s hard to beat 

To look at the sky and gaze 

That feels real 

 

Wake up Neil 

It's time to go to one of those booths 

You just gotta remember to pays 

I got up to patrol 

To walk the street 

And call Camille 

I was on hold, I made sure not to squeal 

“Please Hold” was on repeat, she wouldn’t answer to abuse 

After a while I went on a stroll, to find some other ways