Feb 2011
Watch as you fall from grace.
Let him lie your smurk clear off your face,
As you relentlessly cling to false embrace.
Is it not working out?
You had your chance for love,
But your taste untrue.
I should have foreseen this life being for you.
So enjoy your life of black and blues.
I won't be around.
Choke on your sin.
I've swallowed it all.
Let him lie your smurk clear off your face,
As you relentlessly cling to false embrace.
Is it not working out?
You had your chance for love,
But your taste untrue.
I should have foreseen this life being for you.
So enjoy your life of black and blues.
I won't be around.
Choke on your sin.
I've swallowed it all.
Some of these were written in a drunken stupor on bar room napkins. a great friend once told me, "Write drunk...edit sober." I haven't been sober long enough to begin editing. Partially to blame on my friends stretching my birthday celebration into a week long party.
