Grah

Used and abused I crash as hard as a bird without wings
I dream and dream of the ocean and many pretty things.

Tomorrow my freedom came with slurred speech and vision
It seems I lock myself up in brain killing prison.

Anyone could tell you of love and loves lament
But I'm the only one telling you the tale of bitter sweet torment

Crude and mangled she kissed my smooth porcelain smile
Away we went together up high for a mile

Now we'll start over again with a crash and a burn
I'll wait for you to tell me, come now, it's your turn.