drifter

[rageamuerte]

I'm a drifter
I got nothing to lend
I like cold-hearted women
cause I'm a hot-headed man
I'm a drifter
I've got thousands of friends
and a few dozen families
don't know any of them

I'm a poet
I've got hundreds of songs
the most beautiful lyrics
but I sing them all wrong
I'm a poet
I've got ink on my hands
I've got blood in my mouth
and I'm tongue tied again

I'm a drunk
I try so hard to forget
already got nothing left
and I'm only a kid
I'm a drunk
what was your name again
what time is it now
and which way do I live?

I'm a punk kid
and my pants are too tight
my mouth is too loud
and I'm looking to fight
I'm a punk kid
and my knuckles are white
I've been holding a grudge
and It's dropping tonight

I'm a felon
I've got plenty of hats
I got tons under my belt
and I caught a bad wrap
I'm a felon
the adrenaline life
my only best friends
are my partners in crime

I'm a gentleman
I will walk you back home
I'll leave you at the door
and walk myself back alone
I'm a gentleman
like a jack of all trades
I can sing you a sonnet
and carry your weight