If you ain't got family
Damn (then?) you don't have anything


There's nobody home
But they're there just the same
Ghosts with eyes you can't see
Watching from the corners like creeps
It's so scary and it's shameful I wish I had a family who wanted me
Home, I just want to be home
But home is a place full of beasts


Picture a blue sky
A couple of clouds drifting by
A wooden chair suspended in thin air
No ground beneath to see

As I sit, my feet hanging down
My head tips back, my hair flows free
Anguish running through my veins like alcohol
Intoxicated with agony

Down below me there's open sea
Darker and deeper than the trauma endured
A clear blue sky full of lies not to be reconciled
And floating in between

Stuck here and there's no hint of a breeze
Painfully still on my wooden chair
Tipping one way or the other but never closer to earth
Nobody around to hear these screams

Tie a string around me
Someone hold on to me, hold on to me
Don't let me sink to the killer whales of the ocean
And please don't let the beasts enjoy the end of my sanity