woke up a little late, im just glad i got to kiss her
i dont need self abuse, i got salt and an open blister
i got about seven people who all should wish me dead
and laugh when they found out i took care of it myself instaed
the bass drum that youre hearing is the pounding of my feet
echoing as im sprinting down this lonely street
and your voice cuts me deeper than a knife anyway
alcohol burns the wound so what can i say?
death never really meant much to me
he never put a limit on what i could be
when we walked side by side, hand in hand
and we sat and had a little talk, man to man
its been a long time since ive held hands with death
and ive had a few friends but he claims hes my best
and ive lived my whole life with one thought on my chest
the involuntary question of when i want my last breath
she woke up one last time when she thought i was hers
to find out i got just what i deserve
she got up and ran to her other man,
the one she "used to" love, this wasnt what she planned
cuz she thought she could juggle two of us at once
she didnt know, both of us were probably in on her stunts
when you live your life hoppin from bed to bed
you leave it to yourself to decide the way it will end
and even if you got the hooded skull on your side
that fickle skinless dancer has been known to change his mind
i too held him in my hand for a time
too late to realize what he gave me wasnt really mine
and its been a long time since ive held my breath
it weighed up, and stayed up tight in my chest
and i kept on sayin it was for the best
til the drug in my mind opened up to death
from the wrists to the breath to the tongue to the sex
upside down is her meaning of respect
from theviolence and the breakups to the makeups and the sex
standing right behind her is the one she now regrets
(another track off of my album I'm making with some friends. The track after this, you should know, is called "it will end". Audio up when i finish it.)
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