weaselpop
05-23-2008, 06:38 PM
The light's a-blinding,
The streets a-winding,
Stuck in a city,
My teeth a-grinding.
The sun's long gone,
And the moon`s not yet out
There's a multitude wrong
And your own self to doubt
The picture's all wrong
Although no one will say so;
There's multiple shadows
And my own orange halo.
I've got too much to loose
By being a loser.
Too much to choose from
But IÍm not a chooser.
A fickle curled fish
On the palm of a hand.
A dry bench to sit on
But the option to stand.
The alcohol`s rising,
It's lighter than blood,
Thicker than air,
But lighter than cod.
The chips in my stomach
Are churning like butter
As a hand holds my arm
And a mouth starts to stutter,
Why are you like this?
What's with the switch?
Why did you screw up then?
You know we're not rich.
I push him away
But he sticks like glue.
He can't get the picture:
"We're" just "Me" and "You."
Dawn comes early.
I ring up my mum.
She sounds sympathetic,
Her words are: "Just come."
The streets a-winding,
Stuck in a city,
My teeth a-grinding.
The sun's long gone,
And the moon`s not yet out
There's a multitude wrong
And your own self to doubt
The picture's all wrong
Although no one will say so;
There's multiple shadows
And my own orange halo.
I've got too much to loose
By being a loser.
Too much to choose from
But IÍm not a chooser.
A fickle curled fish
On the palm of a hand.
A dry bench to sit on
But the option to stand.
The alcohol`s rising,
It's lighter than blood,
Thicker than air,
But lighter than cod.
The chips in my stomach
Are churning like butter
As a hand holds my arm
And a mouth starts to stutter,
Why are you like this?
What's with the switch?
Why did you screw up then?
You know we're not rich.
I push him away
But he sticks like glue.
He can't get the picture:
"We're" just "Me" and "You."
Dawn comes early.
I ring up my mum.
She sounds sympathetic,
Her words are: "Just come."