Finch - A Man Alone

Woke up this morning without a face
I've fooled myself again
I've sold myself again
Another wasted day counting shades
Of gray, another fool's attempt to fall from grace

A casual line.
A sip of wine to sympathize while you're laughing
But on the inside
I've lost the insight that just might be
The truth...
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days
Who could stand veins with friends like these?

Pick my teeth out of the mud
And sink the sun, what have you done?
Cut the bandages,
Remove the oxygen