Josephs Dad

Pouring out the plastic paint Thought my hands were full of clay Now I'm drinking 7-up Joseph's dad's a ladies man He's sinking into what he can I thought I looked with both my eyes Said life was only half my size Stay inside ignore all that motion Build some stranger in my mind Giving context to a still life Take a picture and black out I'm know I'm higher in the cloud The irony of how I die When I shut my eyes too tight There's a wall within that forward motion Makes me lonely-rational Molding nonsense from a cycle