The mold on the bread drives me to tears
And I’m already thinking about leaving here
Could it be that my life is all a mistake
Is that why I can’t seem to catch a break
Why am I here; what’s supposed to happen
Why do I feel like my guardian angel’s nappin’
I feel like I’m on the brink of something really big
On the other hand I feel like I might as well dig
Dig myself a grave to lie in and wait
And hide from all my feelings of love and fear and hate
Have you made your peace today
Or do all the worries stay
I’m trying to find a way
To honestly feel okay
But the letter I wrote
Hasn’t been answered
And my fears still lay there
That he won’t even care
I’ll never get my answers
And I’ll never go on
I don’t know who to talk to
And I don’t know what to say
All my energy is wasted on
Someone who is 3000 miles away
I’m just a lost soul
Paying my toll
Throwing myself around
Without making a sound
I wish he was here
To make everything clear
But that’s not really the point
I just want a fucking joint!
Why be put through this
When it’ll all be gone soon
I’m about to be lost
In the dark waters of the moon
Klamath Falls, Oregon ~2001
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