Tripping Before the Family
Searching through pockets at dinner produces a stem
Who would’ve thought that I’d ruin Christmas again?
Living too long at too far a distance from reality
Makes coming down harder and really not worth it for me
So I sleep through the morning, the afternoon roll out of bed
Last night’s stoned emotions still ringing and swelling my head
Walk as if drugged and slip slowly into the shower
‘Cause most likely my mother will be home within the hour
Is there still time to accomplish something
or should I give in now?
What can I do when you’re no longer around?
And applying myself at this point could be a mistake
So I’m sitting around wondering how many doses to take
Scheduling a life running at a much different pace
Although everyone’s certain it’s quickly becoming too late
Do I stand a chance of fulfilling potential
Or should I give up now?
What can I do if you’re no longer around?
Oh, and don’t think in terms of how you can save me
That’s not what I’m looking for
How long’s it been since I haven’t been the one they adore?
Well, I cast a web of emotion and they don’t care
How long will it take them to notice I’m no longer there?
Too fucked up to wonder if I’ll make it home
Sometimes there’s something much worse than tripping alone
A quick search through pockets produces more than a stem
It’s no shock, no surprise, I’ve ruined Christmas again
Living the echo of a sound I once made
Pushed farther and farther away
Believing that waiting was the only way out
Now left searching for something to say
Caught my eyes close
As the connectedness flows
Away from between us
Caught my eyes close
As the connectedness flows
Away from
Between us.
[ 14 December 2001: Message edited by: spinkle ]
Searching through pockets at dinner produces a stem
Who would’ve thought that I’d ruin Christmas again?
Living too long at too far a distance from reality
Makes coming down harder and really not worth it for me
So I sleep through the morning, the afternoon roll out of bed
Last night’s stoned emotions still ringing and swelling my head
Walk as if drugged and slip slowly into the shower
‘Cause most likely my mother will be home within the hour
Is there still time to accomplish something
or should I give in now?
What can I do when you’re no longer around?
And applying myself at this point could be a mistake
So I’m sitting around wondering how many doses to take
Scheduling a life running at a much different pace
Although everyone’s certain it’s quickly becoming too late
Do I stand a chance of fulfilling potential
Or should I give up now?
What can I do if you’re no longer around?
Oh, and don’t think in terms of how you can save me
That’s not what I’m looking for
How long’s it been since I haven’t been the one they adore?
Well, I cast a web of emotion and they don’t care
How long will it take them to notice I’m no longer there?
Too fucked up to wonder if I’ll make it home
Sometimes there’s something much worse than tripping alone
A quick search through pockets produces more than a stem
It’s no shock, no surprise, I’ve ruined Christmas again
Living the echo of a sound I once made
Pushed farther and farther away
Believing that waiting was the only way out
Now left searching for something to say
Caught my eyes close
As the connectedness flows
Away from between us
Caught my eyes close
As the connectedness flows
Away from
Between us.
[ 14 December 2001: Message edited by: spinkle ]
