I ran out of the school into the back lot
Seconds flat I made it to my yard
Down a dozen steps into the back porch,
by the kitchen I was breathing deep and hard
There was Elvis Presley pumping through the speakers like blood inside my heart

I spoke the hidden language of temptation
Wordlessly I counted every stain left upon the mattress and the bed sheets
Pleasure always chasing after pain
Jesus and the Devil playing kickball with the thoughts inside my brain

Oooh... Well I couldn’t have expressed it at the time
Oooh... That I was a prisoner devoid of any crime
Except the kind, that come go, I was being normal… I just didn’t know

I ran across the Massachusetts quicksand, fireworks exploding in my chest
Our taking of the sacramental whiskey
Ripping every ray of hope to shreds
I stood before the mountain and the skyline quivered over me

Oooh... Thousand songs and poems in my head. Clouded by the shroud of my regret
Oooh... Until I went, to call for help,
I was being normal, just like everybody else

In an alcoholic daze,
in a melancholy haze,
in a Dillon Thomas rage,
I stumbled cross the stage
Ran into a shiny red guitar,
screamed out something funny, but bizar
Let a waitres carry me away.

Now here I sit in someone’s borrowed basement,
strumming on a black and white guitar
Standing on the precipice of changes that terrify me, simple though they are
Clinging to the laughter of my children like it’s fairy dust from stars

Oooh... Surely I’m no different then the rest
Oooh... An optimist who’s often times depressed
Until he let’s the light shine through
Oh I’m being normal... yeah
Just the same as you



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