August

I felt it all The holes are burning Still I hold my throat And I'm watching All the laughing Pass me by If I could just Turn the clock back

All this time's left me Feeling jaded I nearly lost my mind Let me stay here One more moment Buried

Broken glass from Window panes feel Down on my back yard And I cut my feet Got dirt ground In the wound If there's such thing As a payback

How high's the price on my head?