Josephs Dad

Pouring out the plastic paint

Thought my hands were full of clay

Now I'm drinking 7-Up

Joseph’s dad's a ladies man

He's sinking into what he can

I thought I looked with both my eyes

Said life was only half my size

Stay inside ignore, all that motion

Build some stranger in my mind

Giving context to a still life

Take a picture and black out

I’m know I'm higher in the cloud

The irony of how I die

When I shut my eyes too tight

There's a wall within that forward motion

Makes me lonely-rational

Molding nonsense from a cycle