Fallen tree around the corner
Recovery’s always just out of reach
I wonder how she got this way
So far down the gutter
Where the subway rails get warm from the heat
people rushing by
Going places and running out of time
And she told me she loves me
And bought a bucket of roses
A shining light
In a tunnel of darkness
Why am I a shadow
Why am I so hollow
A lovable pestilence
That sticks to your window
And ears away your garbage
And wood
You went to California
I told you you should
Ever since you’re gone
I haven’t felt alive
Pancakes at 3am
In a lonely coffee shop
The waitress asked me
If there was anything else
I wanted
I feel so helpless
Maybe a reason to live
Not sure why I lost it
Or what happened to my brain
Baked over easy
And fried to a crisp
And now im made of fireworks
And when you burn me
I turn to ash in the sky
If only it weren’t for those sweet eyes
And that voice of mine
Who would I be
But another heel pounding the pavement
Fill up my doses
And fall asleep
Because it’s all so easy
Being dead Inside
And there’s no bullet
Only corks and bottles
And glass pipes
And resin
Sitting alone on my counter top for weeks
And I want nothing to do with it
I can explain
But somehow I’m still in this same mess
I’ve always been
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