Raindrops, numb skin Beatings, fatherly sin Cheap beer, and sometimes whisky. It is all fine until fear hits me Dumb shit Sheer panties, he crossed a line Locked door Open door, party trick. Red wine, slick sheets Hurt throat Red sirens Mistake, far from home. Woke up. Cheap beer, and sometimes whisky. Alive, I’m okay Not really, these traumatic chains are constricting. Down the line, burnt out gears No home no soul, one night Split pins, bowl Lines, red carpet static Nothing, no gain. ...