The clock was bound to strike midnight
This I already knew.
But I lost track of time,
And I stayed searching for my shoe.
It's like I was playing tug of war with a cowboy
I just really didn't have a chance.
I might as well have been doing the tango,
During a western square dance.
As soon as I tried to walk away,
The cowboy was up in arms.
He lassoed the rope around my waist,
And I heard the shrill of alarms.
Yet I still let him reel me in,
Like a fish caught in a net
I laid all my chips down and out,
Knowing I was loosing the bet.
I joined his game freely,
With my whole army down.
I had no back up at all.
A shopaholic out on the town.
And now I'm all torn up
Cause he's done and had his way.
And with a tip of his hat,
This cowboy's said good day.
He's ridden off into the sunset
And I've watched him disappear.
And I'm the cut up fragments of an unwanted ****
That the gardener tore up with his sheers.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 5:14 PM UTC
The clock was bound to strike midnight
This I already knew.
But I lost track of time,
And I stayed searching for my shoe.
It's like I was playing tug of war with a cowboy
I just really didn't have a chance.
I might as well have been doing the tango,
During a western square dance.
As soon as I tried to walk away,
The cowboy was up in arms.
He lassoed the rope around my waist,
And I heard the shrill of alarms.
Yet I still let him reel me in,
Like a fish caught in a net
I laid all my chips down and out,
Knowing I was loosing the bet.
I joined his game freely,
With my whole army down.
I had no back up at all.
A shopaholic out on the town.
And now I'm all torn up
Cause he's done and had his way.
And with a tip of his hat,
This cowboy's said good day.
He's ridden off into the sunset
And I've watched him disappear.
And I'm the cut up fragments of an unwanted ****
That the gardener tore up with his sheers.
