Passed out like worn down sneakers that have no soul left
In the middle of regret
Open doors to the dash of a jeep from the junk yard
Sneaking out after dark
When the coast is clear
Don't be fooled by the silence in a nightmare
Don't believe anything
Hidden underneath what seems sown together
Covers up what's there
Beat down
Like a bar in a small town
Sipping adventure from a bottle that was left out
Constant confusion
Nowhere to move into without a permit
Become servant with no one to belong to
With nothing to hold on to