like a beath up kid, who's out on his ownnthere's an urgency, a need to belongnin the morning sun, you get out of bednwith a thirsty tongue and a nail in your headnnwhen the water's gone, the air can't breathnthe drugs that you're on, you've begun to neednyou'd reather watch t.v. than go outsidenyou want to believe you're not going to diennyou're not going to diennwinter's come and gone, another year marked offnall the feeling's gone, your mind is going softnwhen the red ink runs, like a rabbit who's scarednpick up your gun and try to keep it fairnn(try to keep its hair)nneveryday you try, you try to seenthat you're going to die, it's hard to believennit's hard to breath