Winding through the empty mills

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Tasting like bitter beer on a brisk morn
I haven't slept ill feel it in the morning
Sure I've come far in this tall tan truck
Shoved the spray paint box in the bed
Driving out to the sticks to get stuck
Winding flat lands
Hills go by
Flying by through the 405
I'll go 105 on a night to feel a little alive
I'll slow down
My highs increased
My sober mind kills me slowly
But I can't remain under the influence
I've been without a home for far too long
It's killing me
Ever slowly
Wiring electricity in my younger years
Hunting ducks and buck
Buck shot
Shot at my dad
He had to duck
He's isn't and never was the true villain to me
He set me up but never was a real dad it seems
The other men also came and gone
Jail birds
Or singing some crazy song
I grew up in a big crowded house
It got smaller then bigger
Because we just kept moving houses
Never remained much stiller
Went and had a crazy life
Then lost some strife when I met god
Then I found something
And lost something
And lost something again
I've been wondering down a winding road
Sitting at the edge of dock
Unsure of where I've been
I found great love
In some big long halls
After a little over a years struggle
Went and had a big fall
My family's curse proceeds me
I'm unsure of where I want be
All i know is blood doesn't mean family
I give to my mates
And pray for the poor
I stand and stare out the door
At a long lost time
And then I move forward
I'm stuck in defeat
For a moment
Just for a couple of weeks
I'll grab to boot straps and kill
What once was surrounding me
And holding me still
And I hope these words find you well
On whatever distant shore
I hope to be your everything
And everything evermore

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