I'll stay and you'll go. It's your turn but you don't know. These things will last forever. . So wait, it's your time. To hide what you deny. It should've been like this forever.
With everything that goes on. When I never thought it would get worse. There always seems to be something more. That pushes me away. . Pushing on. Can't stop now.
Looking, laughing, talking all your shit. Wondering if you live your life just so you can fit. Could it be real. Or you're a fake. Nobody's that way ... Give me a fucking break.
You were living your life like an angel. Did everything that your life said. Now you changed your life intentions. Ran away from home and shaved your head.
I see you clinging, sterotyping. Just to feel comfort, just to belong. Desperate for meaning to make sense of your life. Let me try to make you understand.
A knock at the door I open it up in comes the queen. All dressed to perfection. awaiting reception but in my mind one thought to flee. The look in her eye has crossed paths with mine.
She was corruption when I was destruction. I'm seein' through her eyes like cellophane. It used to be I'd see her face and feel so small. Now the only face I see is the picture.
... I hope that I can seem flawless to you. And always take away the pain that you'll go through. My impression is not always what it seems. You're more of a reflection of what I used to be.
Sleep is also known as i'm awake. Addicted to the easy life that everybody hates. I wonder should i call you or just stare in space again. There's always a beginning on your end.
One piece missing makes you small. Could be a day or more -. Within a second you're alone.. You want things that tell you. Exactly what you really are.
He's living next the rails. He can tell you things of different cars and trains. Now he's trying the whole day. To switch off time by causing train delay.
You know this place. You know this gloom?. We've been here before. . When life is a loop. You're in a room without a door. . Pick up the phone and answer me at last.
Please baby, please, please, baby. Won't you come back to your daddy one more time?. . Please baby, please, please, baby. When I get my money, I will give you my last dime.
As if the word was ending. Things seem to spin uncontrolled. They're all paper faces. Some withered, not old, some legends uproot evil. Some made of silver & gold.
I don't udnerstand this, all pain pushed inside, all plastic frustration. Why you cannot be you, I am walking hate, all this surrounds me. I can't even try, I don't understand.
I'm not the devil. And that's untrue. I'm just not like you. Anger holds my hands. Keeps me in seclusion. A prison. But I can't help it that I hate everyone.
One time through the door, and on the floor. All I wanna be is just a little whore. All I wanna do what I wanna do to myself, I cut my itty bitty self.
So this is how it ends, toxic and deliberate. She's blood red at the neck boiling off fingerprints. This hospital love is making death seem elegant. "Just don't breathe and we'll stop time".
Got chickens in the houses. We got chickens in the trees. Chicken in the pots of all the. Petalumees. . Oh, Im out in Petaluma. Spending my days. Oh, Im out in Petaluma.