the drifter - guardin

Lost boy, hoping I find my way home

Lost sight of why I’m here and where the fuck I should go

One hundred twenty miles from my area code

Spilt Whiskey on my shirt inside this evergreen home

Might tumble down and fall beneath the thick of the mist

A silhouette sat in the distance comes and swings with a miss

I climb trees just to save myself from what could’ve been

And hide high upon this mountain with a pad and a pen

The drifter lives down the road

And if he follows me home

Then I’ll pack everything and leave till I know

That I am safe beside my company, although he’s below

And then he’ll gut me like a pig and leave my bones to the crows

And this time I’ve convinced myself that I’m gonna die

Oh, I don’t think that it’s alright, but I’ll just pray to the sky

I’ll find a god in what I sing and sing it every night

And maybe time will tell my story, I won’t put up a fight

'Cause fear leads me towards destruction

Crippled, unable to function

Full of unwanted assumptions

Petrified by my consumptions

Used to hide along the meadow

And now I practice my falsetto

I’ve been like this from the get-go

I don’t ever wanna let go

The walls we build hide all the bodies

Of everyone who lives inside me