where s the wind today of all days raise my hand again 20 something something s running late still trying out to make it in neither of us saw the wind leaving maybe we don t see it coming back curse the names of all the places where i m not so you can t ask me where i m at they re not so easily unmade graph paper glory days there s that cross holstered at your hip and not so steady hands high noon or maybe low six tell me where you think it stands the drugs don t help you shield the drugs don t help you cope it s not the perfect fix but a pencil maze of hope that you swear you re quitting they re not so easily unmade graph paper glory days i can t just throw them all away cuz they don t come back the same you don t have to paint the picture with kid gloves it s a true it s true i only hope for success but i am living for cheap love i m living for cheap love it s vague but it s love