"Bend Backwards"

You can't change the weather
Or strangle the sorrow from a dying cow
Try as you might
You can't chase the darkness from the night

You can't see me
Or my dying dreams
Promises I made with intentions to keep
I've learned to live with letting go
I don't mind dying with nothing to show

I promised Henry a kingdom in the sky
Promised Lucille a shining knight
Promised myself a person I can look in the face
Promised my mama a diamond ring
Promised the home town boys a piece of the action
Instead here's a fraction of who I said I am
A large portion of idealism
I'm learning to write with my left hand
And bend my tongue backwards to talk
All to see how the other side walks

I feel hopeless and strung out
Though I haven't touched that stuff in a while
A pedophile with a limp dick
A geisha in denial
Filed for the information
They ain't got back to me yet
Guess I'm left with my wits
And an educated guess
My old bag of tricks
Truthfully I'm tired of it
I want the fairy tale I created in my head
I want that little girl
Hopeful and stupid

Any movement is positive
What don't kill you makes you stronger
Picked up my scimitar from the iron monger

Be objective
Be objective
Be objective

This sheath fits nicely