I've never had a home, I live in a half empty glass house,
the proof is in the way I put my foot in my mouth.
I'm losing footing as I propose a toast to our insanity.
The weeds I've planted in your pudding are losing their battle with gravity.
Take it for granted, stop trying to understand my babbling.
My teeth have had their cavities, my souls done it's unraveling.
travelling through space time, seeing sights and hearing sounds.
Help me get the crown so I can bury it underground.
Mother nature's ripped gown is an alluring disguise,
Shield your eyes, like Blake said, stair at the sidewalk lines.
You can't define the climb because the rehash knows no bounds,
So keep your eyes off the cash while I show you what I've found.
The beauty is all around me, i just it was inside me.
Everyone likes lying, just too bad my lies defy me.
Tongue in cheek, try to bite it, still I tell the truth.
Lungs are weak, still I pack and light it, ooo now I feel aloof.

Never done better than too little too late, and that's life. (that's life)
I'm every bit as bitter as I am great, and that's life. (that's life)

Count your money son, but you can count on your greed taking it back.
I'm sure the universe will return all those knives you put in people's backs.
See, there's proof you've mislabeled your stress as success.
A frame of mind is a plain picture, hang it on the wall or put it to rest;
I'm beyond that! Success is in the third eye of your best intention,
but now'a'days it seems to die inside of our deluded pretensions.
The suspense is killing me, and you, and you, and you too.
Our design has been refined inside my mind, now I'm putting 'em on youtube.
Because truthfully the truth is highly subjective,
And there's no Hitchhiker's guide to other people's perspectives.
You could say that the human mind is a foggy place to hide,
When I was younger someone told me this or that, but somebody else told me they lied.
Watch time break your bones, it can make you feel less alone.
The seeds were once sown from thrones, now I plant 'em in my poems.
Till they grow into my hands and plant me firmly in reality,
Lets get beyond the fallacies, and find the comedy in this tragedy.


Never done better than too little too late, and that's life. (that's life)
I'm every bit as bitter as I am great, and that's life. (that's life)