Sunday, January 15, 2006
if i had a dollar bill for every time i've been wrong, i'd be a self-made millionaire and you'd still be gone. so hand me down my best dress shoes and my best dress shirt cause i'm going out in style to cover the hurt.
all i wanna do all day is spend it in bed but that's bad for the body and even worse for my head.
so i'll try and find a place where no one will ask me a thing. it'll help to forget and help me to sing.
cause now i'm drunk again. the means to my end and i'm scared of myself.
cause now it's all the same, the faces and names.
and i'm scared of myself again.
have you ever wanted to wake up from your dreaming? it scared you so bad you couldn't control your heart or your breathing. well walk out the door with me on the floor you don't care how i'm feeling.
i guess a weak and tired and frightened man is no longer appealing.some people have a gift of reaching right into your soul and finding the hole and making it bigger. baby sometimes i think i catch you cracking cynical smiles. and in a short while you'll be my heart's grave digger.well there's not much i can do.
cause i'm at the mercy of you. so baby i guess we're through.if i had a dollar bill for every time i've been wrong, i'd be a self-made millionaire and i wouldn't be singing.
chase
