Nov 29, 2006 23:39
You seem so lucky
Like a slingshot star
You're never lonely
'Cause you've got a guitar
With your hot wire jokes
And your good ol' boys
Kings and queens of parody
They pretend, at times
To be my friend
But that's too much noise for me
They think up ploys
Got a lot of toys
But it's all bad news
With little girls and boys
You come back for more
To even the score
And get a bit wreckless
Since you're always in crisis
Creating avenues to shout and scream
Wait, babe - are you good for me?
You laugh and shrug
And pace the rug
Spit up a goddamn storm
Then try to reel me back again
Saying that you'll be a friend
But I've seen the real you and avidly warn
Myself against this so-called luck storm
I cursed you down to first-tier hell
Threw myself right down the well
But, my babe, we're not all bad
Actually, we're both quite rad
And when we're through
With all that brew
You got me and I got you