Cal Ripken Jr Johnson - Free Throw

Is there something wrong with hanging out in a fragile state of mind?

I do it all the time I think as I sip on my cheap wine

I can see everyone around me seems so pleased

In my head, I’m on my knees pleading with myself to leave

So I fake it

To the point, I start to hate it

And I just can’t shake this feeling

And I hate to feel exposed

And I feel like I’m the only one

In a crowd without their clothes

Here we go, everyone is approaching me

Asking about those close to me

And if life’s going how it’s supposed to be, but it’s not

And I know that I should smile and shake their hand

And every feeling in my gut says

I should’ve took my chance and ran

Cause I can’t take it

I begin to wonder if I’ll make it

And there’s gotta be a way to bring my mind back from the cold

To avoid the stares of everyone and give me back my clothes

And you know, the Phoenix may rise up and fly again

But one would think it’d lose a bit of soul everytime

The ashes may always reform

But do the flames happen to burn away the scars in my mind?

I don’t think they do…