TIME AND DISTANCE - Spit Polish

Papa thank you for faking you believed me when, 
we met in the Columbia Hotel then, 
and I explained away the bruises 'round my nose, 
as the bi-product of a most violent show

But you and I both know I was just drunk outta my mind, 
two days and nights of the masochistic kind, 
and you didn't even look as I fell in the kerb, throwing up the remnants of, 
a deep and longing thirst

Time and distance, are making a wreck outta me

Pop I hold these truths to be evident, 
i'm good in a crunch but bad with the rent, 
contradictions that work good in rhyme, 
but at times i disintegrate with miles and time

So you find me bloodshot and hopeless and strugglin', 
to hold down my toast or my heartbeat bubblin', 
comings and goings so simple to some, 
hold me close so I, don't come undone

Time and distance, are making a wreck outta me

Time and distance leave you filling gaps, 
with that medication chopped up in your lap