Everyone's at Home Eventually - Street Sects

When I was young, I had no ambition

No lust, no drive.

I was living fiction

Fifteen and fucked, I was so ungrateful

Sixteen and sunk, I was ready to give up

But instead I just drank up

I felt good when I drank

I felt like I was alive

I felt strong for the first time

I felt at home in my own skin

Up until I fell down on my fears

Fell down, for fifteen years

I know I wasted half my life

Drunk on doubt

And now I’ll do without

Woke up in cuffs, no idea what happened

Head torn to shreds, lips completely blackened

No bail required, I was barely processed

As I walked home, the sun hung above my head

And I felt scared

Tired and ashamed

I knew I couldn’t outrun it anymore

And yet I kept on

Up until I fell down on my fears

Fell down, for fifteen years

I know I wasted half my life

Drunk on doubt

And now I’ll do without

Now that I have some distance

Now that I’m clean, I feel like I can have friends

But then again

I think I’ll do without