Eastwick

Is there any chance you could cut me some slack?

Because I've been hanging for a while

From this withered rope

Forcing every sense I had of hope

Have you ever felt the last spark of innocence die

Before your very eyes and fade out of your life?

I keep asking myself

"What wood was I carved from?"

But is it worth it for me to ask

Which branch fell and left me here

To crawl through this sinkhole?

What could I ask that you help me hold back

Cause I've been falling for a while

Down this fucking slope

Losing any sense I had of hope

Have you ever felt the last spark of innocence die

Before your very eyes and fade out of your life?

I keep asking myself

"What wood was I carved from?"

But is it worth it for me to ask

Which branch fell and left me here

To crawl through this sinkhole?

There's a collage of photos framed

Dating '93 to '95

Though all it shows me is that

I'm just a bad seed

Falling off the family tree