I can't be the only

Blind man to see what sweet irony

Everyday I pull from a bottle

Then I pull myself away

But never before the bottle

Pulls me away from me

A flood of "It's okay"

So they say

So they say

Help me to see

A better version of me

Help me be

My dying plea

I can't be the only blind man to see

I can't be the only

Blind man to see what sweet irony

Everyday I pull from a bottle

Then I pull myself away

But never before the bottle

Pulls me away from me

Pull yourself away

I'll pull myself away

Tell me what to do

I'm learning to see

Me as me and you as you

Time are changing and I'm trying to be true

As I am I and you are you

I want to see beyond the sea

Help me be a better me

And so I wait under the weight

As of late, my only state

I'll amputate

And demonstrate

To explicate

An amalgamate

Can regenerate