I'd be lying through my teeth if I told you. That I'm ok. July came, I thought I had it all together. Until you said. "I need some space". Truth be told.
The tide won't Let me go. Now I'm lost in the undertow. Let the water wash away my shame. As the sea calls out my name. . Waves break upon my lonely soul.
I know so many versions of myself. I disown them all. I know so many versions of myself. The latest one's installed. . The latest one don't care what came before.
Well you sent me running. For cover, deep in those dark and lonely hallways of my heart. And there were problems. You said there was something wrong with me.
Has the future come. To make a liar out of me?. Every day I wake. And I'm further out to sea. . High above the driving nails. Swirl the gardens of relief.
The dead girl mopes through a dead scene. With a cross-stitched lip she's picking at the seams. She's got bravado she says she's been. Featured in a few magazines.
We wrote on the sidewalk. When no one was watching. "This way to the ocean". And she took her clothes off. And waved at the traffic. But nobody noticed.
Walking outside our old house. Tragically dressed trying to coax your ghost out. There's some things I'm ready to confront. Some that I didn't do and some that I've done.
Slowly walking down the street. Where the homeless and the lovers meet. I bask in ol' blue. Your skin does too. I saw the garland. In the skyline. In the byline.
Well, I smoked my. Throat out last night. Hoping you'd call. Or just stop by. . Now, I'm wheezing. Like the Oakland sky. Feeling like. The rusted tracks.
I saw the lights of the Commodore Barry. From the deck of the ghost of the flower street ferry. And I felt the shock of an atom bomb. When the tired old city of Chester.
morning light paces the fog and. cuts through my window like laughter into sorrow. makes the movement and stir into the day. this is nothing more than just tomorrow.
There's only one light on in the house. And that's the light up in the hall. And it's shining on the back of my head. . And I'm concentrating hard. On the cigarette, to the ashtray.
Here comes the razor of doubt, here comes the fallin' out. Here comes the wave and the turn, here comes the crash the burn. Here comes I'm sick of crying, here comes man I quit trying.
Disappointed. Never more. Got so low they had to use. The jaws of life. To yank me up from under the floor. Thrilled to be here. Thank you much. It's strange when nothing gets to taste so satisfying.
Do you think that you've come far. Through winds so hard. And are you as disgruntled as you appear. Are you wishin' that I wasn't here. . Well, one day soon that dam is gonna break.
I was sitting in hell's kitchen. Contemplating murder. Contemplating murder. Contemplating the great escape. . When you walked in. Looking like crap but satisfied.
It's not the things that. I can't change that bother me. And it's not the things that. I don't know that undermine me. . It's not the thing that. I can't hold or the balancing wire.
Take me to the shore. And wrap me in a blind tomorrow. I won't fight no more. And I won't scream. Maybe we'll be washed away. Maybe I just need a holiday.
I wandered up to what I thought was your door. I'd only been there a hundred times before. I gave it my most polite rap and wish. I held my heart loosely in my other fist.