At Once
It happened once again, not clear minded, channels flipping through my head. Sad little soul, has taken it's toll, repititions getting old. Leave me alone, I sing, last touch feels alone. I can't, I can't feel like I'm home. Misled actions thought, wish I wouldn't talk, take this microphone put me back on, let me sing this song, so I can fix it all.
Alcohol As A Drug
Would you take the poison from the scientist? Would you take to your own a fist? Would you jump off a ledge if anyone insist? Bottoms up, take this drink, bottoms up, before you think. Why do you do this? Why do you need this? So you bring me all of this, and I beg for your life, so it's sad of what's been done, and it'll never come back. I'm sad, I'm sad. Please don't drink, it's so sad.
Ginger Ale
My advice I give to you, please take it from me, it is something that I want you to hear. It's so hurtful to hear you cry, I will help you anytime of day. And I helped you, and I love you, and to better yourself, get it through your head that I will be here, that I make it clear. To overcome it will take some time. What's bothering you? Please pull your head up throw away those weights tied to your bed. I know it's not easy, nothing ever is, no matter when your happy days overcome the bad.
Phantom Girl
Heart is to what, as death is to why. To unmask the unkown, you can't be polite. Here is this box. I'm tempted to look at what's inside. I picked up and shook. And I run to her, it's quite amusing to see her disappear, she's a phantom and I'm a liar only to myself. This experiment has gone far too wrong. My hypothesis failed long ago. Out with this femme-being, to produce a false feeling in an attempt to find what we're missing.
Left Too Soon
I see them, they look jolly. Behind it all, it's all wrong. I breath hard to relax myself but it never seems to work at all. Please help yourself, if not than do it for your kids, 'cause I see what can happen, to... to them. Seems like I've left too soon, feels like I watch the rain pass through. This desert's dry, and it's crying for that rain to fall upon that dry sand someday. It's not like you can't do it, but apparently drinking's not a problem you face. Ignore what you want. This night, this night I'm thinking of both of you.
Common Sense For A Car
I wake up, I think I know that writing these words will allow me to sleep as long as I can. Change would be great, and sleep makes me happy, awake shows successfullness, and life would be great. No work makes me happy, successfullness is coming soon. The decamin isn't enough, the night of dreams end as the day begins. Same thing I did before one more step to the real dream. Common sense for a car.
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