My guitar walks out of my closet
and tells me that i am stupid
I should never have put it down,
and that i should have used it

Out came my skates and my blades
they feel the same,
why couldn't i do the tricks
i put them all to shame

Next comes my joursies from ball
they tell me im so tall
last fall, i could have joined the team
and got called,
but no,i would rather be out at the mall

Then comes morals and responsibilities
they say where are you & why have you forgotten me
we used to play in the light where everyone could see
now we're still in the pocket of last weeks jeans

Last from the closet comes my dead best friend
She whispers,"why'd you sell me a broken van"
after the accident God took my hand
and I was so mad, I still am, How Dare You??

The unforgiving rath of God should scare you
into beleiving that what i say is true - Them too
She points to the things, they vanish into the blue
Then she vanishes too

I scream that I am sorry for my mistake
And like that - I am awake

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