From Behind The Glass - Matthew Logan Vasquez

In my cave

I can be myself

It’s just up the way

On the levy of Hell

Lookin' out from here

From behind the glass

I love the people

But hate the mess

I got everything

That a loner could want

Just me and a window

At night I will haunt

Lookin' out from here

From behind the glass

I am the ghost of my own past

Well, did you get it from your mother?

Well, did you get it from your dad?

Well, did you get it from your sister, baby?

Well, did you get it from the man?

I wasn’t always this strange

Well, somethin' made me sick

My weak ties untied

All my friends are dead

Well, lookin' out from here

From behind the glass

I love the people

But hate the mess

Lookin' out from here

On the levy of Hell

I don’t blame my parents

I blame myself

Well, did you get it from your mother?

Well, did you get it from your dad?

Well, did you get it from your sister, baby?

Well, did you get it from the man?

C’mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

C’mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

C’mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

C’mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot