making the best of the days that's making up the worst of years
the distance from here to there is further than it first appears
travel the states of your mind spending too much time alone
gone out looking for fun but only bringing anger home
no one here can give protection to save you from yourself
you might need direction and we won't call it help
cut off my hands if you must i know that it's not your style
but what lies under the dust when you haven't moved for a while ?
if the situation's hopeless you settle for a second prize
it all comes back into focus when you uncover your eyes
i don't mind all the freaks that you always bring around
or the way you hang your crucifixes upside down
tomorrow you can face the weather or fuck it all up today
but could you keep it together just while i'm away