Should I turn back and write about the dirt that gathered around my feet, between the dead dogs and sadness?
I just wanted to be a better person but you all make it so hard, with claws pressed on my shoulders.
She's my island in the dark but nothing matters when the lights fail to light any way at all.
I found my soul back on sale in that junk shop yesterday and I knew they were wrong to price it so high, it was never even worth half of that to me.
That town was a lonely place at night when you couldn't buy what was once everywhere. The city becomes a sewer when the glory of love fades away. Nothing there to see me through as business still ends at 3 and all the shutters are nailed down to stop any light getting through.
Dirt papers fill the emptying streets, death comes to life and I'm stood all alone again shouting at the shadows of the people who have long since gone.
Another wasted day in bullshit city.
I just wanted to be a better person but you all make it so hard, with claws pressed on my shoulders.
She's my island in the dark but nothing matters when the lights fail to light any way at all.
I found my soul back on sale in that junk shop yesterday and I knew they were wrong to price it so high, it was never even worth half of that to me.
That town was a lonely place at night when you couldn't buy what was once everywhere. The city becomes a sewer when the glory of love fades away. Nothing there to see me through as business still ends at 3 and all the shutters are nailed down to stop any light getting through.
Dirt papers fill the emptying streets, death comes to life and I'm stood all alone again shouting at the shadows of the people who have long since gone.
Another wasted day in bullshit city.