My Mission Drive, is to open up my eyes, and I don't car who wants to stare
these days. To realize, to be brought back down to size, the wicked lies and
all the shite you say. I'm not losing my mind, no I'm not changing my lines,
I'm just learning new things with the passage of time. I'm looking on the
bright side, I wear it like a bruise, I've never loved Elvis, and I've never
sung the blues. I'm thinking of another man, I remind myself of him, I wear him
like a hairstyle, or a stain upon my skin, but, my flesh is getting cleaner, and
my hair is growing thin.
