shoot guns and fish.

oh holy river, i am drinking here no more
because your water never seems to quench my thirst
and i’ve made too many mistakes to just take a knee and pray
that all the sins that i have made be washed away
oh heavenly father i am singing praise no more
i’ve lost my voice too many times over the years
no matter how loud i would sing i still wouldnt feel a thing
so i started using my own mind to think
mother father i’m sorry i havent made you proud
but i dont find peace in the stories that you have handed down
oh but dont be scared for me i know that someday
i’ll be buried in the ground
oh holy river, i am drinking here no more
because your waters filled with hypocrits and snakes
they point the finger for the blame and leave the sinngers in their shame
and bask in all their holy fucking greatness
oh heavenly father i am singing praise no more
i’ve lost my voice too many times over the years
no matter how loud i would sing i still wouldnt feel a thing
so i started using my own mind to think
mother father i’m sorry i havent made you proud
but i dont find peace in the stories that you have handed down
oh but dont be scared for me i know that someday
i’ll be buried in the ground

its seems you have seen too much for such a young age
and i can tell in so many ways
the words that come out of your mouth
you know their meanings just by their sounds
you’ve seen them in dreams and on paper
handwritten chicken scratch messages
only you and few others can read
but when you’re not looking, i keep on trying

I Was Different

deep breath, take a deep breath
and just remember how we spent last summer
sea shells, salty beach smells
and I left you last summer
but I promised, that I’d come back and I did
chain smoke and the way that I spoke
It was harsh in tone, I was different
loud fights under streetlights,
at apartment sight in Murrieta
but I promised that I would change and I did
for the better
long drives when we talk all night
I forget all of my fears of dying.