Who I'll Be

Aug 24, 2008 - 16:30 PM PST

You don't know what you're doing
And the kids keep stealing sips of Smirnoffs
That you leave around the house
And the broken banisters stare
At each unexpected guest that stumbles in.
Middle-aged women give you tips
And joke with you like it's just another day.
But it never was, you're falling apart.
And you don't even see the splitting seams.
Now you're talking back
To the 6-year-old that lives next door
And writing ballads 'til you fall asleep
About how you can't understand the world anymore.
Do you remember those nights before?
And the instincts you relied on then.
Why is it they have deceived you
And murdered your identity?
As your child sneaks another drink
You sneak out the window to
Sit outside and smoke alone
And consider all the things you
Used to think made you different.