Donuts & Nat-king Cole

Searching is a meal served in gut-busting courses.
A faint hearted artist.
Abstract.
Watch me bend.
I'm reaching, i'm learning.
To deal with being lonely.
Hurry, hurry up and wait.

Coffee calms and stimulates my nerves for today.
It's fake sleep for the sleeples,
Cause fear keeps me awake.
And dreaming is not an option
So i'll settle for just being alive.

Winter's relentless just to give up the cold,
And make way for the spring
And give birth to the life.
That summer is coming.
The ocean waters, soon, shall dance with the shore.
Better off at best, just go stag,
Watch me run.
A better son for mother
But a better man for one.
I'm not worthy of your waters, lord.
So i'm just gonna walk on the ground.

A race for the arms. destruction's a threat.
The only arms i race for are the ones around my friends.
I'll burn like a cigarette, ash me when i'm damned.
I'm not cut out for this campaign, but i'll do the best i can.
Brace myself for impact and barricade the doors.
Run with the basement saints of our town.
They're brothers in the storm.
Here's news on the hearsay, we've been here all along.
Your dead streets, you're dead people.
We're still going strong.

So tell shaina i'm a haunted man. the blues have got me down.
They stirred my soul, and boiled my blood, and ran me outa' town.
I long to read your letters, cause your words, they bring me peace.
So save me a seat by the moon.

Unending, wild nights shall fill our drinks.
It moves us just to feel our fingers sing.
I'll swim with you and never let you sink.
These fever tones will never let us sleep.