Rubber House
Rubber House
I've
been living in my rubber house
Been evaluating my life
And I know I need
some time
Away from my mind
And it seems like yesterday
That I was a boy
Playing jokes on the neighbourhood
Abundance of joy
Fallen
down the steps again
Think I've broken both of my hands
Keeper said I
drank some wine
Just enough to take a chance
And
it seems like yesterday
That I was a man
Doing deals for the company
Had a wife on my hand
I've no way of tracking time
And it preys on my mind
Closest friends seem miles away
Though I see them
day after day
And it seems like yesterday
That
I had a plan
Now I sit in this darkened room
A gun in my hand
I
pick myself up off the floor
And with my demons go to war
They can't be
trusted any more
Open the windows and the doors
And it seems like yesterday
That I was like you
In control of my faculties
My problems I knew
And it seems like yesterday
I was just like you
Another wheel on the daisy
chain
My monsters they grew
Copyright © John Botica 2000
