jumblin' da boat, word?

Crabshaw hooks in the base of our sleeves
Dreams of promises that already took leave
And we wake to the sound of our own lack of sleep
To find that we’ve forgotten how to naturally breathe

Well, some of us met our demons at an early age
Some of us stood up and looked right in their eyes
Some of us coward for fears of goodbyes
And some of us were merely in between

Maybe I loved once, but forgot it again
As I laughed at the thought of shattered starts
Ladies regard me as a saint or a sin
For I’ve broken and mended so many young hearts

As the drugs calmed my system from all of my hurt
I grew out of those who had gave me their words
Now that I’m older I’ve learned how to see
And the demons I saw never really saw me