Do I love you or do I need you?
Whats the difference between the two
Do you love me or do I just feed you?
Where's the difference between the two
Johnny, you better start running
Having regret for your cunning?
Johnny, swing set sitting on your land
Certainly Johnny, daddy was a rich man
He was important, see? A judge
And your mama showed you love
But your karma is catching up
You best start running
Before the rest of your family starts shunning
Johnny, you were born a null-man
But you were sworn to be a law man
Scorn so strong, knocking over the less fortunate's beer can
The darkness in you, kids call you peter pan
Perfect man to hey-mister, the guy that touched on your buddy's kid sister
You best run
Faster friend!
Feeling free is false, even if you promise not to do it again
Keep carrying on until the commas in your bank account are long gone
Run.
Well, you've made it
Old age hasn't been gracious
That gun in your drawer is looking flirtatious
Why do you keep it?
A secret? Well if times get tough you can seek it
Or maybe your scared someone knows your address and are about to leak it
At least tell yourself that, let the invisible ink show, add jest and hope neither are true
You could have been so much Johnny, but you are you.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
Do I love you or do I need you?
Whats the difference between the two
Do you love me or do I just feed you?
Where's the difference between the two
Johnny, you better start running
Having regret for your cunning?
Johnny, swing set sitting on your land
Certainly Johnny, daddy was a rich man
He was important, see? A judge
And your mama showed you love
But your karma is catching up
You best start running
Before the rest of your family starts shunning
Johnny, you were born a null-man
But you were sworn to be a law man
Scorn so strong, knocking over the less fortunate's beer can
The darkness in you, kids call you peter pan
Perfect man to hey-mister, the guy that touched on your buddy's kid sister
You best run
Faster friend!
Feeling free is false, even if you promise not to do it again
Keep carrying on until the commas in your bank account are long gone
Run.
Well, you've made it
Old age hasn't been gracious
That gun in your drawer is looking flirtatious
Why do you keep it?
A secret? Well if times get tough you can seek it
Or maybe your scared someone knows your address and are about to leak it
At least tell yourself that, let the invisible ink show, add jest and hope neither are true
You could have been so much Johnny, but you are you.
Work in progress -- big time
