(no subject)
let's draw straws
because we have a hand full of happy endings
and a pocket full of people preaching petty needs.
the pious deeds of the damned do nothing
to deserve deliverence.
dress down their faces and make up their minds,
mines the corner liquor store, constantly open.
i've chosen not to stop serving at one
i've chosen to drown my torment in fun
and wonderful memories forgotten moments after the moment's passed
like stones that impede or skip, skip, skip,
like records scratched.
and if you don't stop scratching it'll never heal.
so bandage it up, hide it
(the time bombs taped to hearts)
if we ignore it it'll go away.
we weigh our thoughts so heavily on sex
(a pound of flesh)
and bleed our lives into a twelve pack
and we sell that.
peddling our wares,
well i am worn out with the wondering
wasted on the one thing
i am prone to. if i phoned you
would you answer?
(i'm sorry, it's cancer)
because if you don't stop scratching i will never heal.
because we have a hand full of happy endings
and a pocket full of people preaching petty needs.
the pious deeds of the damned do nothing
to deserve deliverence.
dress down their faces and make up their minds,
mines the corner liquor store, constantly open.
i've chosen not to stop serving at one
i've chosen to drown my torment in fun
and wonderful memories forgotten moments after the moment's passed
like stones that impede or skip, skip, skip,
like records scratched.
and if you don't stop scratching it'll never heal.
so bandage it up, hide it
(the time bombs taped to hearts)
if we ignore it it'll go away.
we weigh our thoughts so heavily on sex
(a pound of flesh)
and bleed our lives into a twelve pack
and we sell that.
peddling our wares,
well i am worn out with the wondering
wasted on the one thing
i am prone to. if i phoned you
would you answer?
(i'm sorry, it's cancer)
because if you don't stop scratching i will never heal.