Smells Like Inspiration

Dec 31, 2006 17:48

I'm worse for wear, too worn for use.
I'm barely there from self-abuse.
I hope it helps, it seldom does.
It wasn't what it looked like once.

I know, I don't, think I can cope?
I hope, I hope, I know life won't.
The dope, he dove, over the slope.
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low...

It hurts to think, and breathe, and sleep
with nothing else to help these dreams.
Just like the end, the doors won't op-
en up and just crushed all my hope.

I know, I don't, think I can cope?
I hope, I hope, I know life won't.
The dope, he dove, over the slope.
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low...

I wished for love, I just got blood
and broken dreams stuck in the mud.
It rained some more again today
and yesterday it was the same.

I know, I don't, think I can cope?
I hope, I hope, I know life won't.
The dope, he dove, over the slope.
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low...

I'll just deny all the accounts
of what I missed, the how and why.
Exist for what, for who's mistake?
It makes me sad to be awake.

I know, I don't, think I can cope?
I hope, I hope, I know life won't.
The dope, he dove, over the slope.
Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low...
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