Addict With A Pen

Hello, we haven't talked in quite some time

I know, I haven't been the best of sons

Hello, I've been traveling in the deserts of my mind

And I haven't found a drop

Of life

I haven't found a drop of you

I haven't found a drop

I haven't found a drop

Of water

Water

I try desperately to run through the sand

As I hold the water in the palm of my hand

'Cause it's all that I have

And it's all that I need and

The waves of the water mean nothing to me

But I try my best and all that I can to

Hold tightly onto

What's left in my hand

But no matter how

How tightly I will strain

The sand will slow me down

And the water will drain

I'm just being dramatic

In fact, I'm only at it again

As an addict with a pen

Who's addicted to the wind as it blows me back and forth

Mindless, spineless, and pretend

Of course, I'll be here again

See you tomorrow

But it's the end of today

End of my ways as a walking denial

My trial was filed as a crazy, suicidal head-case

But you specialize in dying

You hear me screaming "Father!"

And I'm lying here just crying

So wash me with your water

Water

Hello, we haven't talked in quite some time

I know, I haven't been the best of sons

Hello, I've been traveling in the deserts of my mind

And I haven't found a drop

Of life

I haven't found a drop of you

I haven't found a drop

I haven't found a drop

Of water