United States: Part One

Nothing to gain,
Everything to lose,
Standing in the middle of nowhere,
Banged up knees and a bottle of whiskey,
To tired to find my way home,
The black streets, no lights
Making it hard to see,
The blurry side of my right eye,
To dumb to realize,
I ain't in good shape to stand still.

Too much, too much,
Nothing is ever good enough,
Too far, too far,
Small steps caused the fall,
Too long, too long,
I can hardly breathe right.

The lightning strikes the car beside me,
A sudden spark leads to explosion,
I feel this night will never end,
Another bottle to heal the wounds,
Stripped of pride, my mind is floating,
This isolation, an empty feeling,
Stuck in the middle of God knows where,
Too tired to find my way out.

Too much, too much,
Nothing is ever good enough,
Too far, too far,
Everything seems hard to reach,
Too long, too long,
The world is broken, the world is hopeless.

A darkness fills the light we seek.