Troy Junker - Hangin' with My Thoughts Lyrics

I been walking on sharp glass; I need one more step
Is the right path the right path? Or should I just go left?
I'm just hangin' in the dark man, I'm just hangin' in the dark
I'm just hangin' with my thoughts man, I'm just hangin' with my thoughts

I smile large at my mama and large at my father
Are you like me do you believe in karma?
Yeah I'm aiming for the green Arnold Palmer
I mean I feel it in my spleen Peter Parker
My homie want me to make something to turn up to
I just want to make something the boy could burn up to
That's all I need when I'm all alone
I mean my friends are all with me but they're constantly always on their phones
And I'm looking for a piece of mind
And it may sound easy to you but to me it's hard to find
I'm out of gin, now I'm onto my lady's wine
I find when I find the time, I can't find a dime and vice versa
Can you feel me like brail homie?
Second guessing what the devil sold me
I fell in love with writing poems, I never felt at home
These friends turn to foes and the lovers come and go, come and go

I been walking on sharp glass; I need one more step
Is the right path the right path? Or should I just go left?
I'm just hangin' in the dark man, I'm just hangin' in the dark
I'm just hangin' with my thoughts man, I'm just hangin' with my thoughts

I'm just speaking, I'm not a preacher
I got no stripes, I'm not a zebra
I just want my slice from the pizza
If I was pony boy, they'd label me a greaser
Will I go wide awake as I lay in my bed?
Will god let me in the gates or leave me on the steps?
I've always tried to live my life with no regrets
But that's all I seem to get other than debt, other than debt
I been chasing time and chasing lights
And I been drinking joe ignoring sleep and living nights
You look surprised, just to live you got to pay the price
And I won't lie, some days are horrible, some days alright
I'm painting memories
I wish the paint would dry soon
So I could get a couple bottles from the drive through
I know this shit is going to kill me like the swine flu
And everybody seems to trip in their tied shoes, their ties shoes homie

I been walking on sharp glass; I need one more step
Is the right path the right path? Or should I just go left?
I'm just hanging in the dark man, I'm just hangin in the dark
I'm just hangin' with my thoughts man, I'm just hangin' with my thoughts