i been starin at the cracks in the shattered glass
spidewebs encapsulates my thoughts, meander past
the windowsill, scrape my fingers on the dust like dead memories
the cloud settles, then i start remembering

a dark time not so far in the past as i look over my shoulder seein footpints
plot my path
they never turned were they shoulda went or coulda gone, whats life without mistakes
and who's death if your already gone

so i treat experience like these broken shards of glass
we can both cope and learn to look threw the cracks
wasn't so long ago, in a life of turmoil
hidin' in the closet, bic lighter and some tinfoil

to wake up, trouble doubled by the substance abuse
relationship was volatile and the substance was you
black bag in the pocket, death sentance for my vains
toxic homelife let it wash away in the rain...

HOOK HOOK HOOK HOOK

fragile feet hit the floor in that porcelain state
crawling skin a reminder of advice you never take
if you took it would you be lookin between the cushions
of the sofa every morning just to get rid of the shakes.. come on

reflections in the mirror appear as a stranger to me
woke up in a strange apartment, peerin out to the street
slight sigh of relief, gained a sense of navigation
pouring life on the rocks, to being lost im aquainted

lace the sneakers up, the best i can
let my thoughts hit the concrete, walk towards my means to an end
liquor store around the corner, aint got a bottle yet
good intentions scatter faster than the smoke from my cigarette

the closest alley i can find becomes my new best friend
we shared a couple laughs some tears n turned a couple a heads
couldn't help but notice the lack of affection i was craving
somethin more, wash it away while its rainin.. come on

hoook hoook hook hook

another page turns, burn the image of these vices into the back of my mind like i've been branded
know i've been handed a couple a shitty cards but i chose to play em anyway and this is were i landed.. you know

walking a road i never wanted to follow
some even say those mistakes were my saving grace
i know addictions an intimidating pill to swallow
needed help along the way, your too concerned with saving face?

like a child on the playground throwing rocks at the stars
an astronaut at heart, but my galaxy seems too far away
so i find some more fuel for the engines,
if i gotta die for this music then i'll go out in a martyrd way

and as i fly a little closer to my destination
eerily reminiscent to the windows in my brain
and im quickly confronted, with more complication
so i have another vist with my ol' friend the rain...

wash it away