broken chair

i thought about it everyday
while i was wandering in and out of the pink
you had to make another go
cause you were drowning in your wonderful drink
theres so much of madness here
so much that sinks
act like youre all, were all in a terrible fable
what do you see
im running so fast
gotta go where i need
out on the road there
the devil knows what i see
sometimes you gotta know
you gotta make it with a lot of the same
i had to be another joe
drifting in and out of the way
so much i used to let by
was so much like a kick in the head
better be off and i better be able
to see whats ahead
its beautiful now
i tell myself im braver
youre sorry somehow
never know what it means to you