hey there, i’ve got some bad news
it’ll wrap your neck tight with a noose
until your cheeks turn purple-blue
and you can’t feel your feet in your shoes
you’ll want to pick up a bottle of *****
and down it until your body feels abused
you’ll pass out and wake up confused
perhaps with a new drunken tattoo
all of your friends may be amused
but your regret and shame will suffuse
each time they point, laugh and slap the bruise
you’ll hide your pain ‘cos that’s what strong people do
and resentment will ride high through and through
‘til your face turns rock cold and you make the excuse
that everyone is ****** and they’re the ones to accuse
you’ll abandon your home without saying adieu
because you don’t need people that make you feel deduced
you don’t need to feel like you are being used
to the point you turn dark and only want to seclude
from love itself cause you can’t trust that it’s true
you can’t trust that it’s safe or that it won’t lead you askew
you might want to die, though the thought is so taboo
you’ll judge yourself for holding onto society’s views
until it comes to the point where you can’t handle the queue
the waiting for love gets tough but the whole time you grew
and it’s not so bad anymore, it even almost ensues
so you get on a boat, and row your canoe
out in the river, it’s just the water and you
and you’ll realize, finally that you’ve got nothing to lose
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
hey there, i’ve got some bad news
it’ll wrap your neck tight with a noose
until your cheeks turn purple-blue
and you can’t feel your feet in your shoes
you’ll want to pick up a bottle of *****
and down it until your body feels abused
you’ll pass out and wake up confused
perhaps with a new drunken tattoo
all of your friends may be amused
but your regret and shame will suffuse
each time they point, laugh and slap the bruise
you’ll hide your pain ‘cos that’s what strong people do
and resentment will ride high through and through
‘til your face turns rock cold and you make the excuse
that everyone is ****** and they’re the ones to accuse
you’ll abandon your home without saying adieu
because you don’t need people that make you feel deduced
you don’t need to feel like you are being used
to the point you turn dark and only want to seclude
from love itself cause you can’t trust that it’s true
you can’t trust that it’s safe or that it won’t lead you askew
you might want to die, though the thought is so taboo
you’ll judge yourself for holding onto society’s views
until it comes to the point where you can’t handle the queue
the waiting for love gets tough but the whole time you grew
and it’s not so bad anymore, it even almost ensues
so you get on a boat, and row your canoe
out in the river, it’s just the water and you
and you’ll realize, finally that you’ve got nothing to lose
