God you just don't know Hollow like the wind Feeling this again Menace on the edge Caught by collars stiff With no dollars to tip Scarcity And not a drop to drink I'd kiss the sky And say goodbye Already certain of What the world might think Better off without Chapped and chipped Dehydrated And left anything but missed Still dreaming of a time without Molded as a child Filled with naught but doubt This disbelief an easy draught Cutting a jig Still aware of how thin This armor