Exile

Is it possible to exile yourself from everything?

I'll alienate the world we see
exile everything from view
understand it has nothing to do with you
and everything to do with me

I'll sit at the ocean
drink in hand
nursing an addiction to a promised land
so lead me through the desert sands
living on a diet on a steady blend

I got an addiction to the way that I feel
liquid courage in my veins, changing what appears
I'm different, a confidant, I refuse to be weak
maybe its wrong, but its what I think

Except when I'm down and dreaming of you
us sitting in a crystal booth
speaking of love and forgotten muse
oh I need this, to escape you

Sitting at the bar, I take a drink
forget who I am, change what I think
believe not me for its what it takes

I sit at the bar and I take a drink
close my mind to what I think
alienate the word with another buzz
turn on the tv with the fuzz

Relax and pretend everythings okay
sitting here with nothing to say
I turned off my soul
with another drink