In This Now

The grove stole my soul and put it on a pathway to display the beauty of family. The roads stole my escape, and the trains piss me off. The waves are far too far away, and each day is simply a day. Anger gone to anguish, the sap of circumstance, the forgotten chance to be absolute. Carry me home, I want the drugs, Get the scales, throw the food, drink the lottery, but don't leave me here. Go back and disappear, Go back and appear. If I give you a smile, will you give me a job? Just get on and be sound with the way I'll be drowned. This is it, this is it, this is i-t this is this is this is this is this is and what.