Sly & Cunning
     Swift & Nimble
A Demon at home,
has life so simple.

Whiskeys' soul
     on the rocks;
Reading alone, past
     four o'clock

It's. 2 o'clock on a
Sunday afternoon again
What. Are. You. Do-ing? oh
I'm just sitting, and waiting, and dying, and
oh you're on your phone a-gain.
So who are you to judge?
What are we do-ing, here?
I know we're in love but
I miss som-thing,
Something I used to be.
It's not you it's
just me.
Oh.

I just wanna play games,
you see
I know you see everything,
Ev-er-y-thing about me.
But what do you got?
Let me, break it down
1, 2, 3.
oh,
You want me to be faithful
Doesn't that seem wasteful to you?
I've got so much to live for
Telling me that till I'm through.

And honey I. love you
You know, I really do.
Baby you're my love
No matter what I might do.
It's just not fair to you,
All of these things you've
Forgiven me
It's taken me out of Forsaken
at least

I need a priest, some ethics or a moral code,
something.
It never gets old,
Not knowing what to do
I still will not know once we're through
I'm just not through with you,
I don't wanna be

     Oh it's, 3 o'clock now
     I better get going to work
     Oh that hurts
     I miss being unemployed,
     Full of joy in a house that I loved
     Maybe a change in scenery? some greenery?
     Will do us both good
     We gotta go
     Start over, it's over
     It hurts

But
when you finally remember
what it is
you were trying to
forget,
you'd forgotten that you
didn't want to remember
it in the first place!
so,
you push it out
of your mind
until it's stuck right
in front of your face
for the rest of your time
here on this earth.

You didn't want to waste,
until you realized
that you,
started wrong
and now you just want
to end it fast, in the hopes
of a next life of realization

or is it just memorization

of the rules to live by