Daniel Brownwood - An Autopsy of Charlie Sheen lyrics

U can just exchange ur cross for the road cause the doctor says ur the pain in my back but I know it's from falling over the rail road to perdition and exploring foggy night vision living television and wondering why sh** gets blurry when u took shot after shot at the hourgla** U can exchange a wish for a bone And drive past star signs while you criss cross ur shoelaces and watch the wind blow the letters you misspelled freedom with I personally choose the God, please listen to my maf**ing stories approach cause when bedtime rolls around you all wanna be friar tucked in swaying to another symphony u borrowed then wandered right into a new a sound wave capsizing the raft you crafted beer bottled up inside your own memories going through emotional baggage claim to find a suitcase missing and a bad mood ensued U can try to catch your mind moving at the speed of thought break its limits and walk around getting recalibrated sacrificing meaning for content U can exchange reaping for harvest but the sun don't flower just like that that's why I mediate between the noise and the silence, and make u understand why the text won't book you anything you haven't digested U can put your foot down But leave no footprint then take your sungla**es off and yell “thief” when you notice someone stole your heart only to look in your back pocket and notice your inner light was missing now you're acting as the evidence's comic relief as you blame it on the cumulous nebula overcastting your radar because your busy heat seeking and good at grabbing something hot for a second but don't have the fortitude to clutch an amber for a while U can hammer saw gnaw and snap at any delirium that you pick but when a grenade writes your name in the sky you hear your ego trip's been cancelled and now know your number's been added to the equation and it's your turn to balance the variables U can count on me a lot though I may sum up the lottery eludes painting aligning stars and other spectacular daydreams onto the sidewalk though I prefer my evolution served standing up U can get credit carded playing on financial instruments high on a screwed up rhythm haunted by her moans and hormones and now who*e moans put me to sleep in the morning and keep me out of bed and in the night so hold on if you catch my driftwood when the night gets undressed and beckons you to do the same and the cold crawls in for another gla** u can consider it safe if the labels still on it share it alone with warm getting high fidelity while watching the latest masterpiece of the escape artist and notice your reflection flicker on the canvas U can follow your fears and call it being yourself U can slither through matter As if you do U can feel your heart As if it does U can lie to walls Because they do the same to you U can say you can't But I won't