Think you have a problem
Hope it's not me
Life is only hard as
What you're guaranteed
Nothing speaks of desperation
Like an empty plate
Take in what you love
Exhale what you hate
Hesitant to open doors
And dwelling on regrets
Waking up to realize
You've lost all common sense
Time is so relative
We can all agree
Maybe if we don't look back
There'll be much more to see
Sometimes it helps just to turn off your mind
Sometimes you just need a drink
Often I wonder, what's that distant thunder
Echoes of the future I think
Most of our problems
Lie within ourselves
They can become us
When taken off the shelf
Sometimes you just need a light
To see that they are there
Skeletons and shadows
Underneath the stairs
Sometimes it helps just to turn off your mind
Sometimes you just need a drink
Often I wonder, what's that distant thunder
Echoes of the future I think