can't win
by jeremy cannon
Why do I even bother when the odds are against me,
pressing the fence on me, trying to psychotically rinse me.
Why do I even bother trying to please you, i'll tease you,
into thinking that I've been released of you, but i'm deceased of you.
Emotions here, emotions there, and without a care, i'm losing my hair,
pulling it out in strands, listening to bands, sit down in the chair.
We have to talk, take a walk, our emotions we'll stalk, but hey,
without it all it's blank chalk, written on the sidewalk, everyday.
But what's there to say, because all I get is "go away" from you.
I'm trying to be true, telling the truth, but what do you do?
Shy me away like a disease infested rat, wantin' me to skat,
not caring how low I feel, like an orange peel, i'm rotten to the core,
and one of these days i'll be payin' dimes for satan's whores.
Can't win, can't defend, all I do is try to spend all my time to make you happy,
like my top notch slappy, fucking it all up like a salem night's rapsody.
ex's are coming in like freight trains, and i'm sitting lame, trying not to blame
them for all they do for me, it's just reality setting in and being tamed.
My dawgs playin' out eachother like phonies, shittier than dry bologna,
rounding up all your cronies for a night at Shonies, wth all the honies,
lined up in backstage, backtracks and rage, turn the page, there's my pic.
If I wasn't such a nice guy, I'd try to get every honey, fly, to suck my dick.
But how can I when I care too much, telling them such, they don't believe it.
So I'll just have to fill up my gun and relieve it, on my head, retrieve hit,
for the corpse and for the shop, chop chop chop, my head just drops.
might as well do it, nobody's looking, criminals were booking, and lookie,
it's all my friends just standing around, me running through there like a clown.
Looking at them in the middle of town and they're just wondering about my frown
yet deep inside they have no idea, they laugh with cheer, they're the root of my sadness,
and then i turn into madness and colapse on the mattress, fallin' asleep, dead is my status.
So what can I say? Another bad day, I'm not good enough so where should i lay?
Ten feet under inside of my grave in my own little cave still pumping with rage?
Why do I always have to care so much, but when i try to touch, you retract.
Trippin' over the sluts dead crying in the rough with me laying on my back.
I'm bleeding and painful, receeding and ungrateful, deceiving and shameful.
Yeah, that's me, where's the spin, i'm sitting in the wind getting blown nuggets in my shin,
don't do anything, who said i'm your friend, still i'll always defend, that i just can't win.
