In Regards To Myself

                                  Wake up, wake up, my God,

This is not a test and it's not too late to come lean

Get it off your chest

So steady your hand before your face and concentrate

There's got to be some stable ground left to walk on



So tear another page from the book

Are you asleep or just alone

Clear this room from your lungs

And pull yourself together man



On your back, you're sleeping in a bed of shame

Let the light breathe some new life into this room

It's what keeps you coming back

Made up of instaiable taste

Bury your head in your hands and sink into yourself



Just what are you so afraid of

You're staring truth in the face, so come on down



You're busy living now aren't you

You're busy making vows

You're coming unglued

Time is shorter than you kknow

I know the light is blinding to the naked eye, 

So why don't you take steps away from being alone 

I swear it's not too late for you



It's all worth reaching for the hand to pull you out

Wake up and step outside your box

Wake up