the weight of the past is cloudy as if it`s been raining, and this sunny city life is held in empty hands, the pacific is looking so wonderful tonight, with a cinderblock and a rope tied to my ankle it`s closer than this twelve pack of medicine impairing the thought to the life I`m living in...
well I`m all alone and your out of luck and I`m giving up what I`ve been fighting close your eyes and make believe I`m there
the hits have all come back now, as if they`ve been waiting, for indifference to settle itself into my soul, and this skyline is looking so wonderful tonight, under stars I fall forgetting, in a bed I`ll never make without you sleeping next to me giving me just enough room left to breathe one more day...
well I`m all alone and your out of luck and I`m giving up what I`ve been fighting close your eyes and make believe I`m there
in my lonely, ill fated dream of life I`ve lived to hate by now it`s our`s somehow
I can fall asleep believing, I can understand and know it I can close my eyes and say it`s over, it`s over now
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