Addict With A Pen

Hello, we haven't talked in quite some time

I know I haven't been the best of sons

Hello, I've been travelin' in the deserts of my mind

And I haven't found a drop of life

I haven't found a drop of You

I haven't found a drop

I haven't found a drop of water

Water

Oh

Oh

I try desperately to run through the sand

As I hold the water in the palm of my hand

'Cause it's all that I have and it's all that I need

And the waves of the water mean nothing to me

But I try my best and all that I can to

Hold tightly onto what's left in my hand

But no matter how, how tightly I will strain

The sand will slow me down and the water will drain

I'm just bein' dramatic, in fact, I'm only at it again

As an addict with a pen who's addicted to the wind

As it blows me back and forth, bindless, spineless, and pretend

Of course I'll be here again, see You tomorrow, but it's the end of today

End of my ways as a walking denial

My trial was filed as a crazy, suicidal head-case

But You specialize in dyin', You hear me screamin', "Father!"

And I'm lyin' here just cryin', so wash me with Your water

Water

Oh

Hello, I haven't talked in quite some time

I know I haven't been the best of sons

Hello, I've been travelin' in the deserts of my mind

And I, I haven't found a drop of life

I haven't found a drop of You

I haven't found a drop

I haven't found a drop of water