About Me
Lights out tonight, trouble in the heartland.
Got a head-on collision, smashin in my guts man.
Im caught in a crossfire that I dont understand.
But theres one thing I know for sure girl:
I dont give a damn for the same old played out scenes
I dont give a damn for just the in-betweens.
Honey I want the heart, I want the soul, I want control right now.
You better listen to me baby:
Talk about a dream; try to make it real.
You wake up in the night with a fear so real.
You spend your life waiting for a moment that just dont come.
Well dont waste your time waitingBadlands you gotta live it every day My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards, False gods, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off say okay, I have had enough. What else can you show me? And if my thoughts-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. Held like water in you shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means. Leave the apartment to buy alcohol. Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall. Pick at the plaster chipped away, survey some stunning tooth decay, enlist the cat in the impending class-war. Let's lay our bad day down here, dear and make-believe we're strong, or hum some protest song.
I want a range life, the winding lanes, and the fields on the left and the right . .hey ringwold haze: curse a verse this hollow. i'll burn meter, spin sugar, shame Zeus, Venus, Apollo. spanish weeks in my disco casino, keeping it up with our guts and our pockets empty we'll make it. the lows get low we all know but there will be highs that remind us why we get up in the afternoon and why we get drunk in the afternoon. if i could move you the way i wanted to, i wouldn't be caught in that headlights stare again, you walked away.
whoring towards more friendly gestures and lack of the nurture from ventures and shoe string endeavors.
i know the old songs by heart, come lay your head upon my breast and find the music you forgot, the songs of all the things you left.
coffeecup and cigarettes just doesn't pay my bills this day and age. broke as shit and no time just can't live on air and water no more. this fucking city gets me wasted, wears me out but still its all good. But nothing burns anymore, baby. wake up, you better wake up before they claim your house and fuck your friends. wake up, they said wake up this hard chair will break my bones. This cigarette cancer me up so i'm good to go. this drink will put me to sleep, only to wake up sorry it ever did, this car will probably crash and leave us burned somewhere on the highway, this song will probably set you free.
i have a feeling been a while in the making only it must be afraid of its own shadow. Dead of winter harlot's nightmare make a fine captain anyday.
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby, edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul. At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head. Only you can cool my desire, I'm on fire.
goddamnit
I'm not talking about my heart
like it's something you could break.
i swear i'm gonna bite you hard and taste your tinny blood, if you don't stop the self defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home.
i never knew normal so why start now.
things go dark light dark light day after day. the flies weren't invited but they wouldn't go away. the blanks were filled out filled in but never complete. there were so many dreams that there was no time to sleep.diamonds, candy, pills, one million dollar bills.
i'm thinking i can fly now, as the city draws us down. I hear Mexico.
so fuck your remember whens because we're
still breathing.
anytime, you can be my wingman.Everything is going to be just awful when we're around.
All the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around.
shut the door so i can leave.We named our children after towns
that we've never been to. And it's true that the clouds just hung around
like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.THis is a sight for sore eyes.
So raise a glass, to those who finish last
And here's to us because we've got all night.
in the nervous light of Sunday, dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
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