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74 lines
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It's been a hell of a year, but I'm mentally prepared
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To do a dance around the next couple medical scares
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I'm Fred Astaire with the metal wearing quickly off my tap shoes
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So I step quietly, the way that cat's move
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But I'm bear-like. My head trapped in dear lights
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You can call me John, I'm writing letters to the dark side of the moon tonight
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My lovely Jane, you went away but the pain stayed
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So I'm sending you a package to the address where you traded names
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I made no claims on the identity theft
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I'm more concerned about the home with no amenities left
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And it's already a mess. The dust piles like your junk mail
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So I eat away depression and crush the scale
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You find yourself on the opposite side of the spectrum
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Emaciated on a strict diet of bed crumbs
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Me? I choose to wallow and I'll just swim in my fat
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You...refuse to swallow so I see ribs from the back
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This isn't an attack, it's an admission of guilt
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I'm living in the past, kissing your ass, sipping your milk
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But it's all bone and curdle. I saw stones in a circle
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Stood in the middle. Told myself riddles in a robe that's purple
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The murder weapon was an icicle
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Is that the reason why I'm standing in this puddle with my eyes so full?
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I fight feelings like a war on drugs
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I'm a chemist with a test tube addiction born through coffee mugs
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Our baby now is all growed up
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Your car is still dead in my driveway while I wait for the tow truck
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And you know what? I know I drove you away
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I still don't think it was wrong so I don't know what to say
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It's been a tough year. You say that life ain't fair
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Well, guess what, baby...life ain't. Thems the breaks
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You say that life ain't worth it. But it is. You gotta work it
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Nobody's life is perfect
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Yeah, you've been dealt a bad hand. Placed against a stacked deck
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Been through all the cat scans and bad checks
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But I slashed your debt. Not your wrists
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And I couldn't help with anything else that became cancerous
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Halfway people with a full baby to bury
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Took a flame to the papier-mache sanctuary
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When the smoke clears...try not to stare into the light
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But, also, don't stay in the dark as if that's what life is like
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It's just a series of unfortunate events
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But the messages we get are more important than death
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What's the rush?
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I've got a shortness of breath
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What's the rush?
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Running from you...running from me
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It's the rush. The crush. The lust. The love-trust
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So what's the trouble? The busted bubble? The unjust?
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That's just the way the cookie crumbles. It does suck
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But suck it up. We're all looking, but nothing's enough
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We used each other as a crutch. The clutch. The shift switches
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You couldn't just adjust. You combusted and ripped pictures
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This is why I'm not considered a saint?
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Well, guess what? ... I ain't
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It's been a hell of a year
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You said that I ain't there, I ain't care, and life ain't fair
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It's been a hell of a trip
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You say my mind's unfit, I've been flip, and I ain't shit
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It's been a hell of a life
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You say that I ain't like the way I write and that ain't right
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It's been a hell of an attempt
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You say that I ain't meant for promises unkept
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Well, guess what, darlin..
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I'm a keep keep callin
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Guess what, darlin..
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I'm a keep keep callin
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____________________
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Name Hell Of A Year
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Artist Sage Francis
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Album Human The Death Dance
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