Double Yellow Lines

Another breath of fresh air, deep into my lungs
Tainted by nicotine, and other, harder drugs
Another day regretting, who I am and who I was
I paint imperfect pictures, of a man that I don’t trust
And when I think about my sister, and all she overcame
I can feel myself slipping, but I won’t be so brave
When i drink, when I drive
When I swerve, and I’ll cross those, Double Yellow Lines
There is a vision of my mother, on regional TV
She’s crying with my girlfriends, depicting, memories of me
Will you respct me, when I’m gone?
Bcause my heart breaks for you
Somewhere in between the right and the wrong
I was a passionate man
I was a desperate friend
You could hardly depend, on such a delicate friend
I live under pressure, baby it’s a full court press
My happiness is measured, by a standardized test
And I hate to say it, but now it must be said
But I can’t explain it, because it’s stuck inside my head
It was a foreign feeling, but now it’s found a home
It has naturalized inside me, and there’s nowhere for it to go