| Everday is a new day to fuck it all up |
Bit the bullet
Bit the bullet many times
I’m all out of times
I’m all out of bb’s
Little bird
I’m all out of better things to do
Its a thick darkness of angels to walk through
As home going goes
My mother’s daughter knows
Why you don’t like her
She knows and knows
I drank 750 ml of champagne today
and another 750 ml of wine
Can’t catch up with the high
But i know it’s up there
Can’t keep up with the chasing
But i know the high is out there
Somewhere way out there
It’s all that’s out there
Little all day bird, little all night bird
Little yesterday bird, little tomorrow bird
We’re all out of times, I no longer watch you from my window,
Don’t think I ever did, your stiff and dead little bird body dried
Hard on the sill of a window where I no longer watch you
Don’t think I ever did
Well it’s the after thought that counts
My mother’s black eye
Always found it best
To get in the last word
Once her head was a hole in the wall
Last word kept on coming
Everything has gotten sad, I got that years ago
Nightstick’s last word,
The sound of my hair falling out all day
The night dancing away
Where dreams go when dreams go bad
Bad dreams keep on coming
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| Author, BlazingTheNightAway |
