So Many Wasted Nights
There’s been so many wasted nights…
And we have seen far to many half-starved, shattered days
The end result is less than stellar in these eyes I call mine
But consequences are dealt in spades none the less
Even if the décor of my life falls short of aesthetically pleasing…
It’s a result no matter witch way you turn it inside or out
So I used to think I was good enough…
To keep the years at bay
Through the winter’s snow…
And the summers burn
Left things out in the open for the impending fall…
But I never held even the smallest possibility in my heart
If any hope for a rescue were possible, I might have cracked a smile, or a sheepish grin...
Forced from within my soul, and very spirit
So, As It All Stands...
I Fucked up my life so badly, Im sure the angels in heaven could hear it
-Jason Alexander-
