My Woods

There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves Rebellion fills the songs he sings and this much I deserve With every hack at synaptic gaps there's another to the hairline His freckled skin hides an angry side And even though he wants me dead I'd kill myself to keep him alive Flat out motionless a statue growing mold Around me rotates a world with no control The forest of my childhood now's a filthy parking lot What isn't asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls And therein lies a home He stumbles the streets alone Walking through the backyard Circling the brain stem left unto his own Motionless a statue growing mold Around me rotates a world with no control I know I'll never make it by myself But he believes in one more swing Twenty-three atop the peak of nothing guaranteed Lets hope at thirty-five my friend inside Is still up there and still alive I'll pack my bags and run away I'll run away, I'll run away Outrun the ax another day I'll pack my bags and run away I'll run away, I'll run away