Mar 18, 2007 21:12
For the boys,
I lay awake with your wretched voice like a broken record in my head, telling me while I'm on my knee's I'd be better off dead.
Though the door waits open for your footsteps to sound, I don't hear those boots a walkin' even a pin drop seems so loud, I don't bother talkin'.
But will you be there when the smell of blood subsides? The last fiddle plays a jig, the day your mother dies? The day the wine don't taste so strong and the woman starts a cryin'? Can you keep that pretty mask on? Will it be easy to keep lyin'?
You say you like a girl like me, so young and so bold, but I've got a steel head and my feet are always cold.
I said I like a challenge, you told me you were tough. I asked you to leave yesterday, you swear it's not enough.
But I watched the last cigarette fly away behind the tires, as you watched the last flame burn. I say you need a lesson boy, you say I gotta learn.
This heart is vacant now, I threw away the key, you might be able to fool a girl and you owe a thanks to me.