Raggedrise To Tumbledown

A glass full of forgetfulness
A bottle full of bliss
I hardly knew myself that day
No memories of this

A shallow pool of selfishness
A peddler of lies
I've lost the art of thinking truth
Damn my turning eyes

No more shall you burn my throat
Or throw me to the ground
Walk me down a zig-zag path
In waiting to be found

A cellar full of explanation
Explaining to myself
How do I tell this to a child?
Who see this for himself

I think i recognize this rush
This sudden rush of remorse
I know this child can grow no more
This child must leave of course

No more shall you burn my throat
Or throw me to the ground
Walk me down a zig-zag path
In waiting to be found