let the good times roll
life is a carnival
the cup is half full
stop and smell the roses
the sky's the limit
life is swell
pass the zoloft

I
can't
find
myself
I'm lost in the ragged wrinkles of addiction and obsession
I
can't
lose
myself
I'm found in the wrinkled rags of sobriety and freedom
and In-Sight
almighty and powerful
is just a pat
we give ourselves on the back
to justify
insanity

down the caustic path of personality growth
a guy limped along
scooped out inside, poor bastard
but it really doesn't matter if his
mom and dad were married or not