in an evening of filth I disguised my purity
to shallow what was not mine
to the splattered backdrop in this rhyme
I do bring myself so much cruelty.
as in the midst of night I pretend to cry
to ambush everything that is not mine
to the fucked up backdrop in this rhyme
continuously asking myself, WHY?
take me on that ride
you said
take me far away
you said
and I said all I can say is
here is another bottle
to fantasise about anothers life.
though I said in gushed tones
that seconds turn to minutes
and then minutes to hours
hours become days and in a matter of time
days become years.
I said it again, that nothing is lost
I said so many times that nothing is lost
I said about how much nothing is lost cause I never had anything
to loose anyway
It's pathetic this day dream haze.
though so easy, though so fun, though so many smiles
though to many nights to think.
for why should a drunk man think?
for why should he think something he is never going to remember
cause remembering is the thought of memory
and my memory has no thought.
yet when Im drunk everything that seems to matter doesn't
and everything that doesn't matter seems to.?
its black an grey with a twist do make something blue.
it's something an misery loves company too.
