Street thing

I gave blood today only to take it back , it's been that way all I can say is I'm going back to black .

The pain came  from yesterday's tomarrow maybe in the future I can give it back .
trade it in for something new and waste that too and one day I can pick up what I lack .

I am numb from the head up and now a days I carry a strap.
running from the Holy Ghost that hates me most , that should of appeared in my morning nap .

All I'd like is a cup of tea and that boy to take me back .
To the life I love and the sky above and another doggie sack .

I've sold it and bought less but I  have it all and theres nothing left to burn.
 it seems there's a brick wall  ready to fall on me around every way I turn .

I walk among the devils road of unknown adventure. amongst thieves And bad weather ,I know things will never seem to get better .

I have been up and over this big old town in a many multi color balloons .
It seem the only thing I can do with my mind anymore is keep bending spoons.

I have slept In the tents and trolleys on the floor and even the room up stairs .
I have Burned the bread with all that have came close and poisoned the head of anyone who cares .

It's not a problem any more i swear this thing it's quite the cure.
For what dose anyone else care what it dose all long as life goes by in a blur .

Well now a days if you wish to find me you better look real low .
I am not my self I am someone else and who it is I just don't know .

So come and see me sometime let me take you for a spin .
We will go Up and down the all around and I will take you from within .

Look up from the pavement an say Christ  dose it have to be like that . In this case you have took my place and now your where I'm at .

I know this may all may sound cold so take it in degrees .
It just my souls so thin you can see it blowing away in the breeze.

An as for being strung out  ,ill show you something you wount believe .
but when it's done you may want to count your fingers before you leave.

Well am sick most of the time from the grime and the cherry street  flu .
i have sold my soul and lost control and now I'm rolling back to you.