The side-streetwalk;
She never knew my love was sub
limited. And she was always down.
It was hard to cope with
her legs in a choke
and worrying when the
feeling could come back
to my face.
Drunk and disfigured
disgracing a distant display
of alcohol drowning in concrete. Sub
merged between after
thoughts, and city blocks,
she often wondered where
the break lied. Where
my brakes died on the wrong way
highway - facing a carload of
trauma and a trunk of canned
"I love yous" - cruising past
the next backwards prostitute
to be hungry;
scratching her ass
and sucking a bummed drag from the lips
of a lonely lovagabond.
Maybe
I hate being here
Lost in this clouded pool of emotions
Alone with this pain
I finally hit the bottom
I was falling away from you for so long
Never did I see the day when it would go this far
I can't take back the trouble I caused
I failed you again
This is so hard
I am drowning in a pool of guilt
You can no longer be my lifeguard
The damage is permanent
There are no reasons for what I did
I knew the consequences, and I took the risk'
I am so afraid
I only wanted your attention
Now I have nothing
Your faith in me has vanished
It's all my fault
I am dying inside
Yeah, and then all these old guys, but they're prolly pirates,
and they'll be there, but then, there will be us and just some smoke or dry ice.
And then their wigs will all be like, "blblblblblbl"!
And then we'll have a concert.