It's Been Getting Me to Sleep A dream so big Almost impossible But lately it's been getting me to sleep And thats all that counts “Practice makes perfect” So I'm gonna try It's the only thing I don't get bored with It's freedom, like my mind Expressing feelings and opinions With one quick thought I like to think I'll be the next Bukowski Sitting on stage drinking whiskey Doing what he loves They always tell me find what you're good at And stick with it I found it... I hope.. But the sticking part is not so easy My interests are never constant But they are always as obsessive as the last Hopefully this isn't another pipe dream Hopefully this one's life Like a ripened orange I peel my depressed, boring, and witty skin To find passion and creativity Below the obsession of drugs and anxiety Lies humor and personality Lies poetry and religion Lies faith and trust But this purity is scarred Scarred by negativity Scarred by God's left hand And it brings me grief And sorrow But the negatives of reality are inescapable So I try to take the best and leave the rest Because life is too short to deal with this shit.
