Jul 07, 2006 20:38
It just all slips away so slowly
you don't even notice till you've lost a lot
I've been like one of those zombies in vegas
pouring quarters into a slot
and now i'm tired and i am broke
and i feel stupid and i feel used
and i'm at the end of my little rope
and i am swinging back and forth about you
before it gets so cold that the rain turns to snow
there's just a couple things i'd like to know
like how could you do nothing
and say, i'm doing my best?
how could you take almost everything
and then come back for the rest?
how could you beg me to stay,
reach out your hands and plead
and then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as I agreed