I wrote this thinking about myself and my friends. Growing up and the quarter life crisis that follows.

 

I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns in these invisible faces,

Posessing all the wisdom but lacking all the notions

Alchemy in the middleclass while i'm mashing up these potions,

It might be to me only a fad maybe a dream

To hold a vernacular to change this metaphysically,

To harness all the problems and put'em in a bottle

And send it to my stomach lining mainlining full throttle..

 

It was never me to pray on the brightest star

Because you make your own luck or you won't get far,

It's not up to a wish or a man in the clouds

It's about you standing up,taking charge and being proud..

 

Stuck with a minefield in your brain mirroring battlefields

Hoping that tomorrow luck won't cringe in broken mirrors,

Mirror mirror on the wall please tell me whos the best

The man with vacant scars and the ink acrossed his chest,

It's about to get gritty so I really need you here with me

Be my smile,be my shadow because you've got my back baby..

 

 

It was never me to pray on the brightest star

Because you make your own luck or you won't get far,

It's not up to a wish or a man in the clouds

It's about you standing up,taking charge and being proud..

 

Make your own luck..


Submitted: May 28, 2012

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