"Adam"

adam always locks the door
keeps his feet off the cold linoleum floor
these streets always had it in for him
no other choices but to sink or swim

adam wanted to start a band
the unsung hero in a private wasteland
the pills in the cupboard all taste the same
he knows how many but can't pronounce their names

adam needs to leave his mark
easier to convince with a bite than a bark
an unsigned birthday card is pinned to the wall
where he sleeps to get away from it all

adam has been told that all is well
mom or dad could never tell
somewhere tonight someone told a lie
adam knows that even good men die