what if's don't belong amongst the wreckage

must be sober now cause the thoughts came flooding in
tried to shut em off but i'm neck deep
in the shit that was said
the lies that were spread
you pushed me down just to get ahead.
and where does that leave me
no couches now just a pillow and tv
and the glare shining off my face
losing faith in the human race
something about faith never head it anyway
not even religious but i face judgement everyday
hypocrites calling me a sinner
destruction fron a distance is how you enjoy your tv dinners
don't mind a bloody scene
as long as your behind the tv screen.

Dusty street lights illuminate shitty street fights
a conjured image of the canadian male has us throwing swings at dark figures
it figures
cause i've always been scared to enter a dark room
till your eyes opened and it was like boom
an explosion of thought
skin aganist skin
the sweat i always sought
and tasted.
you felt that body and left in a haste
what a waste
licking my lips i'll take over from here
and let me make something clear
you aint a man till you hold your childs hand
and they look at you with pride in their eyes and say thats my dad
not saying you need a baby
but a hand to hold on doomsday
what if's don't belong amongst the wreckage.