Intro-

It’s a long walk home/ It’s cold and I’m stoned
Watching the trees bend from the breeze/ and all of the leaves blow
Afraid and alone/ there’s snow my flesh bones
Depressed just another disease/ watch here’s the tornado

-Verse one-

It’s a long walk home/ It’s cold and I’m stoned
Another night with some snow/ watch it all blow
It’s a no parking zone/ I’m told change that tone
But it’s a fact that’s known/ I’m cold like some stone

Heart frozen to the bone/ it’s always saying don’t
I want to paint a picture/ express all my thoughts
I can when I’m alone/ and for you I just won’t
I want to down this pitcher/ guess I’ll have a shot

Looks like the devils about to win/ watch me sin
Spin-puke another gross binge/ all the kids cringe
Looks like the devils got the upper hand/ I’m his fan
Stan-it’s time to expand/ take on this land

I want to paint a picture/ dreams become reality
So light up a swisher/ beam up that morality
It’s cold and I’m stoned/ It’s okay cause I’m home
I’m told I’m alone/ It’s okay on this throne

Hook{Performed by Notebook}

buy another round. write another poem.
you know what? I'm so done
I run like a bloody nose, from insecurities
I used you like a crutch, and I’m weak in the knees
oh no... I run like a bloody nose x3
Oh no....

-verse 2-

Let me get inside your head/ scribble some images
Instances where I was limitless/ burning down old bridges
Let me get inside your head/ describe some villages
Primitive but they invasion it/ traveling distances

And now I’m standing here alone/ outside and I’m cold
A disease infected to the bone/ with a heart of coal
I’m frozen harder then some stone/ rock with not a soul
A man that’s lost all of his hope/ with nothing to hold

Confused and I dug my own hole/ away from the road
Abused and now i can’t let go/ should’ve long ago
Standing with a bloody nose/ everybody knows
Can’t have highs without the lows/ that’s how we all grow

I want to paint a picture/ express all my thoughts
But can’t with this liquor/ depressed with these shots
Downing all of these pitchers/ A mess so we fought
I’m writing down some scriptures/ a test you were caught

-hook-

Verse Three{Performed by Notebook}

why's it hard to let go and not deny it, though I'm frightened by the echo?
so, I stuff it down, fight, and grind the threshold
to my surprise, the higher that it climbs and gets repressed
no hold could tighten up its grip and continue to bind the vice and press lower...
my arms are feeling lifeless; they dangle beside me
siphoning cable to drive a body of pain through an I.V
why me? the pity is killing me quicker than execution
retribution for the death consuming all of my flesh and loose-ends
you win, you win; I'm tapping out and moving on
the last laugh? you can have it, 'cause I'm through with balling fists
all I did was try to be the bigger guy and never quit, but times have changed
wisdom likes to tell me not to get trapped inside your cage
don't swim towards a current full of tidal waves
don't grip a sword and curse the fool igniting pain
it lives to hurt your nerves with grueling mind games
side-frame with the flash on; don't turn your eyes
stay focused. they know this. won't hear or see my evil,
believe or fear those invisible people here that speak through
following the marks that I left in the sand
when I thought that if I walked, they would dread every step,
disconnect, never again poke at me; but sadly,
they attempt when they can; and bring all this past baggage to the forefront
gore, blood, and torn guts sprayed across my door but,
I tell 'em give me more, son. do it 'til you're emptied out
a lack of fear and letting go is my obsession now