Feeling kind of cold
When do you say you took your
dream too far
And finally come to grips with
the person you are
I think for some of us the
dream's too vivid
And the gift we've been given is
the curse that comes with it
If you strive for perfection and progress
You beat your own ass in the process
Man I'm satisfied never
My shit always could be better
Shit the I'm saying now
could be way more clever
I remember when
there wasn't no pressure
I just do this
Before the music was part of a to do list
I love writing but why
I'm clueless
It's peaceful yet deceitful
Like a Buddhist Judas
And its's fucking up my brain
But somehow it's the only
thing that keeps me sane
I guess I'm like a little
goth art student
Take away his pen,
next day at school he starts shooting
But arts stupid
If you consider the bitter cost of this
All the relationships I've lost to this
All the times that I hit ignore when my family
and friends they would call for this
A constant state of exhaustiveness
I give my all to this
A stressful endeavor like tiger woods
probably thinks that golfing is
I should get a office gig
But I can't cause I'm over
here dreaming
And as I write another song
I just feel like screaming
Most people they got
big dreams and big plans
End up as a big flock of sacrificial lambs
A single achiever
Can make a billion believers
Look at the children they're
all willing and eager
Like when I was a kid
I watched Jordan play
And dreamed of being up on
the NBA court one day
Realized early that I didn't have it
That don't mean that there ain't
people that took that stab at it
Like my man every day practice
shooting baskets
Dreaming about playing for
the magic or mavericks
High school star a 30 point
a night average
4 year college starter alright average
Didn't get drafted
Still he could see the dream
Now he's 35 playing
for some European team
Knees fucked up constantly throbbing
Now he's popping Oxycontin
And it's becoming a problem
Had to move back with his mom
And she want him to get a job
But he doesn't have any
qualities they need
Can't put 3- man weave drills
Under specialty skills
More and more he eats pills
Prescription refills
He still sees that dream that
vision and it haunts him
A voice inside his head and it taunts him
His mom thinking that he's
on something
And she right
As he screams in the middle of the night
The only one judging me is myself
I wake up in the morning it's the same
old thing...
I wake up in the morning it's the same old
thing...
Shit, it's hard enough not to crack under
the pressure of average expectations
Most of my heroes were drug addicts
So dream high and be prepared
to fall really fucking far
Take a walk around the city
Tour L.A.
Listen to what addicted women
on the corner say
Study their words many of
them weren't born this way
Many moved here back in the day
Thinking that they'd be the
next Dorris Day
There was role she was born
to play
But somewhere she went astray
Some people crack on the day
that disappointment comes
When they realize they ain't one
of the annointed ones
She saw the vision
And she came here on a mission
Audition after audition
But she never caught a glimpse
Of success and then she got older
And the industry disowned
Told herself that it was over
Now she never ever sober
And it drove her to the point
She can't control her own
emotions or addictions
But she still sees the vision
when she's dreaming
A voice in her head like a demon
And she on sunset at the
bus stop screaming
