(no subject)
i seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
i've long broken all of human law
now it always seemed like such a waste
she always had a pretty face
I wondered, why she hung around this place
this place is old
it feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine but the engine doesn't turn
with smells of cheap old wine and cigarettes
this place is always such a mess
sometimes, I'd think I'd like to watch it burn.
now I sit alone
& I feel just like somebody else
man, I ain't changed but I know I ain't the same
but somewhere here in between
these city walls of dying dreams
I think her death it must be killing me