East Dayton

Five months in the basement
and one on the run
Still haven't found home
and felling less and less grown.
Four days gone with nothin'
and two with cheap booze
Is all my brain can handle
before I need a chemical release.
My friends and family,
they tell me I'm progressing each and every day
But him and I know,
I'm only slipping further away.
Maybe there's a way out
and maybe it is all in my head...
But I've never shed more tears
or felt quite this dead.