| Broken glass and cigarettes, writing on the wall, it was a bargain for the summer, and I thought I had it all. I was the one who gave you everything, the one who took the fall, you were the one who would do anything, the one who can't recall where she was while she was sleeping, in another woman's bed, or the doctors or the lawyers, or a stranger that she met. If there's nothing I can gain from this, or anything at all, it'd be the knowledge that ya gave me, when I thought I'd heard it all. Social class and registers, cocaine in the hall, all the way from California, on the way beyond that stall. to those non-negotiations to simulate a call, all the bad of learning evils and your ways around the laws that keep you up and sitting pretty, on a pedestal of fear and now you're sleeping like an angel, near the man who reaped it in. If there's something I can make of this, or anything at all, it'd be, the devil hates a loser and you thought you had it all. It was a wrong time for you, it was a wrong time for me, it was the wrong time for everyone but looks like I'm about to see for myself. If I could go back in time, to the place in my soul, there all alone, lonely tear drops, are calling you. but I don't wanna know it now, 'cause knowing you, it won't change a damn thing. but there was a time.... |
