The Speakeasy

I've got a lot of pain.

I've got some problems to solve

Some are in my body,

Most are in my head and my thoughts.

I see a sad world struggling

Everyday to be sane.

Wanting to be part of something good,

But where to begin.

A little taste of something bitter

Sure to kill off the pain.

We find remedy to separate

Our heart from our brain.

Can we change our ways?

As we waste the days,

This is better than you care to admit.

In the haze we live,

We all start to believe sometimes

Its better when there is nothing to feel.

This us all trying not to be sober,

Until we find ourselves a better way to live.

This us all trying not to be sober,

An remain indifferent.

Some are searching for the answers

In a bottle of pills, under religion,

Under bodies, or a pile of bills.

All affected way to easy

By the love and the hate.

Pick your poison, it the only way

We can pretend that we all have nothing to fear.

Because we all have someone to fear.

And on day you will see that your enemy

Is staring at you in the mirror.

Can we change our ways?

As we waste the days,

This is better than you want to admit.

In this shame we live,

We all start to believe sometimes

It's better when there is nothing to feel.

This us all trying not to be sober,

Until we find ourselves a better way to live.

This us all trying not to be sober,

An remain indifferent.