Clean Air
Dave McPherson
I cannot escape this escapism
I cannot break out of this prison
I cannot mistake my mistakes for anything other than my fault
Cold sweats & freezing in the sunshine
There’s part of my heart I just can’t listen to
Old friends appeasing all of my lies
Oh how I don’t deserve you all
I just need some cleaner air
I do
Holding hands with my liquid demons
I vacate my vacant vessel
Leave him in the hands of my evils
My weakness, my bastard lesser
Living life as a sickly dreamer as I forever burn my lesson
Entrapped within this lost hеathen free man
When will I clean this mеss up?
