Breaking Windows

Again, i'm on a stoop with vices in hand,
And that sweet therapy in my ears
It got me through the years
Of bike rides in the rain
And driving through states i hated...
I hated you

Jah, give me new feet
They're raw and i'm hurting
This is where i go to clear my head

You could deign to refrain
I kick my heels and i will the windshield to break,
And let those crystals mar your face
Then i watch that blood as it traces lines above
A hardened heart that strains to show a father's love

These wrongs can't be righted, yet,
But i'll try to do my best to forget
I miss that house, i miss the feeling
It was the goodbye, it was the greeting:
"welcome to the place where we'll dress you down
With brass tacks, new legs, and a sturdy crown
You are the prince of your new kingdom"
Thy will be done,
Or i will be done

This is where i go when i can't see the veil and lace
This is where i go when i can't bear to see your face