• Sometimes when I look away
    I feel my eyes start to drift
    My mind goes wandering
    while I sit in my chair resting on my fist

    All the times I've been here before
    All my answers knocking at the door
    But I never sit up and answer them
    I head away from my roots and stem

    Somtimes when I sleep
    I hear cries of people who hurt
    My mind goes wandering
    While inside my soul feels like dirt

    All the times I've been here before
    All my answers knocking at the door
    But I never sit up and answer them
    I head away from my roots and stem

    Sometimes when I laugh
    I notice that my laugh is cracked
    My mind goes wandering
    while my hands get the smack

    All the times I've been here before
    All my answers knocking at the door
    But I never sit up and answer them
    I head away form my roots and stem

    When I look back
    To that life I once had
    I lift my eyebrow to my mistakes
    Could my past be so used and sad

    I was so strung up in some other world
    A world created by drugs
    F---ed up on someone's train
    Crammed in the corner, no room for hugs

    All the times I was there before
    All my answers knocking at the door
    But I got up and answered them
    Planted my feet and fixed my stem.