Losing touch in Texas freedoms got the best of me
I’m stumbling with indecision
Praying for the fortitude to make a decision
I’m free of the people who used to torture my soul
Now I’m stuck with indecision as my best friend
Backed in a corner with a Rattlesnake in front of me
God bless the opportunities
And damn this easy living
Where there is no risk there is little reward
Gasping for the fresh sea breeze
I’m stumbling with indecision
Questioning my moral code
I feel bad for not reaching out yet i don’t not at all
Out of sight and out of mind
I’m not the only one at fault here
People drift apart I guess especially when passive aggressiveness rears it’s ugly head
Drunk on freedom stuck on choice
I don’t know what to do anymore
Just listening for the rattles noise
Oh love is like a rattlesnake
Before it bites it tries to warn you
Does it block my self-destructive path or cause it
Self-absorbed most of the time
Obsessed with sex and suicide
Though I have no intent
Mind both dulled and enriched by the medication I take
I’m drunk on freedom and stuck on choice
Instead of to be or not to be to which the answer is always to be
It’s to reach out or not
To involve myself again in that destructive path
Inspired by Jack Van Cleaf and Zach Bryan’s Rattlesnake
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