August - AVAIL

I felt it all, the holes are burning

Still I hold my throat and I’m watching all the laughing pass me by

If I could just turn the clock back

All this time’s left me feeling jaded

I nearly lost my mind, let me stay here

One more moment buried

Broken glass from window panes feel down on my backyard

And I cut my feet, got dirt ground in the wound

If there’s such thing as a payback

How high’s the price on my head?