Steering Blindly

Sometimes it's best to be left all alone.
Sometimes I guess I just need to be shown
how to look in the mirror and not have to see
a reflection of self pity staring back at me.

 

Sometimes I guess I don't know how to think
let my thoughts take the wheel why I sit back and drink
till I can't think no more, so my will must be weak.
Sometimes I guess I need to learn how to speak.

 

Getting back up off the ground isn't easy
when family and loved ones were all there to see me
fall flat on my face cause I just couldn't find
what I did wrong this time without losing my mind.

 

Sometimes I should probably learn to let go
of my past, when it haunts me, to let someone know
how I feel before turning to what's killing me.
I guess I need to see vodka won't set me free.

 

Sometimes I guess I need to be reminded
I can't love myself when I'm constantly blinded
by my own perceptions of what love should be.
If I knew what love was, she'd still be here with me.

 

Sometimes I guess I don't know why I'm here
in the drivers seat, when I don't know how to steer
without finding a ditch cause my vision's gone black
so I crash with my loved ones sitting in the back.

 

Sometimes I guess I need to learn how to listen
to hear that one point that I'm constantly missing,
those few simple words that should make it all clear.
When they say "hey Bill, you can't even have one beer."

 

Sometimes I think life is an ocean of lessons
we're put here to learn, so I'll make this confession.
I am the reason for my misery.
I will never be free until I learn to fix me.