Streets of Ashes
Cold floor,
four walls.
Another morning counting what I lost. (yeah)
Pills on the laminate,
water in a chipped glass Staring at the ceiling praying that the
shakes pass Bought another ounce just to bury the remorse
Fighting every demon while they steer the whole horse Silver spoons tarnish
in the bottom of the drawer
Trading off my dignity for ten seconds more
Nobody answers when the winter turns lean Just the static humming off
a dead television screen
Down in the hollow
where the cold never clears
Counting out the damage of the forgotten years
It owns my blood,
it owns my breath
One step from morning,
half a step from death
(yeah,
half a step from death)
Pockets turned inside out,
holes in my coat
Taste of bitter copper sitting heavy in my throat
Said I'd kick the habit when the summer came around
Now the snow is falling and I'm six feet underground
Friends stopped calling,
family changed the locks Trading family heirlooms at the corner pawn shop
Mirror looks like strangers staring right into my core
Crying on my knees in front of an alley door
Can't tell if I'm waking up
or fading out
Just an empty room
Filled with quiet doubt
(god help me...)
Down in the hollow
where the cold never clears
Counting out the damage of the forgotten years
It owns my blood,
it owns my breath
One step from morning,
half a step from death
(half a step from death!)
Just a phantom on the avenue.
One step... (ahhhh)