Pepperoni, and it was all just a dream. Baby rhapso, ho. . I'm the confused neck with the keep getting restless. Eating 20 lbs of 'basgetti for breakfast.
I think it might just be alright. To leave what matters out of sight. Old habits die hard, holding on. Inevitable means it's never gone. . Told myself what I need to hear.
Feelings, inside of my head. I don't know, but I'm thinking about you. Understand that it's so hard to tell you, cause you already know. You already know.
I can't keep a straight face and say this is not the end. Not if you want it its upon us and I wanna say it's sinking in. . This may sound crazy but I want to come back home.
And this week's the trend. Was to not wake up till 3 p.m.. I picked the few conscious hours that I chose to spend. And slept away the rest of them. . And this week the trend.
I guess it's safe to say. You're never coming back. And I understand why you wouldn't want to. I guess it's up to me to find a way to get to you. . And I can't see you.
For a time I thought there was a thief among us. I thought I'd track him down but prior to my pursuit. The smoke it cleared into my disbelief. There was no thief.
I know that I've come a long way. My heart's had it in the right place. But sometimes I pass hard to face. And I know you. . [Chorus]. There was another time in my life.
I never thought I'd be driving through the country. Just to drive with only music and the clothes that I woke up in.. . I never thought I'd need all this time alone..
baby, maybe you've got something. i think that maybe we're on to something big. bigger than i could have ever imagined. . tonight, it's worse. tonight the screaming hurts.
[Singing:]. Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such. grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming.. Your body's been dying, while your mind has been trying.
Another year, another year.. Raise your glass high.. Leaves will fall, the snow will fall.. Raise your glass high.. Should old acquaintance be forgot,.
On some nights you'll find me falling.. I am formless, I am shapeless.. And on some nights i am better left alone.. You take it all in from some severed state of stasis..
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.. This halfway house is home to a madman.. His ghosts, and his perfect song.. This year has been bruised and broken in so many ways that days have long since been abolished..
It's all about the song in my head. The one where the audience is all dead. . These days they're allowing. Visitation to aid in my rehabilitation. To make these days mean so much more to me.
The first time I saw a body bend that way. I realized that we're more beautiful dead than alive. Then, with bloodied flesh removed, your rib cage ripped away.
I've got the scars that I'm hiding. From times that I should have died. And I drink to remember them all. But it's the ones I've inflicted. That keep me addicted.
Someone call in an ambulance. Cause' something's not right. It's all going wrong tonight. In between thebottom of this bottle and you. I think I'm running into rock bottom.
If every day was the same. I would have died years ago. My calendar is marked. With blood red x's. For every twenty-four hours i've suffered through. .
I dialed 911 a long time ago.. Now I see how late they're reacting.. Here shakes a former lover/husband And there lies the wife. of a train wreck just waiting to happen..