Cursing luck
And pretending to be okay
The fire in me
Is flickering, fading.
Tonight I'll drink to sorrow
And tomorrow I won't embrace
The pitiful hangover
I'll try and chase a dream
I'll fail on all fronts.
I'm a negative searcher
I want to bring down the empire
That they've built up
Those **** scavengers
That took my love.
I get it
I'm nothing more than bad seed
A chronic lover of alcohol
And a dreamer that sits alone.
I have the words
But I don't have the style
To produce a final
Closing statement.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
Cursing luck
And pretending to be okay
The fire in me
Is flickering, fading.
Tonight I'll drink to sorrow
And tomorrow I won't embrace
The pitiful hangover
I'll try and chase a dream
I'll fail on all fronts.
I'm a negative searcher
I want to bring down the empire
That they've built up
Those **** scavengers
That took my love.
I get it
I'm nothing more than bad seed
A chronic lover of alcohol
And a dreamer that sits alone.
I have the words
But I don't have the style
To produce a final
Closing statement.
