Give Me A Backpack

I am the dog sleeping on rocks that have been sealed in concrete postures
Just to beautify the nature in this downtown park

I have been praying westward towards a mecca called Santa Cruz
I will accept that there's no heaven when I accept that there's no booze

But I feel weak
Cause I can't speak
Can't finish sentences
Like I used to

I concentrate on all the positive things I have in my life
Like my family and this one girl who keeps me sane at night

And I feel bad
That I feel bad
I give them grief
When I don't have to

I am the anger that you feel when you realize nobody cared at all
I am the anger at yourself or maybe at the alcohol
I am that rush that you get when you ponder taking a life
But to say that you were serious would just be another lie

And you feel weak
You can't speak
Can't help but feeling
A little ripped off

So take me away from here
Take me away from here
And looking back
Give me some love
Or give me a backpack

I am the dog sleeping on rocks that have been sealed in concrete postures
Just to beautify the nature in this plastic wing-field park
I am the strength between relations
I am fascination, bipolar aggravation
I am self-medication
I am masturbation
I am indoctrination
And you are a greyhound station

So take me away from here
Take me away from here
And looking back
I don't need love
I just need a backpack