So who am I to try
And give you sound advice?
I sleep alone behind
A guise of self sacrifice,
It’s just my luck.
Am I the one?
Who drives by your house
To relive coming home to you?
Am I the one?
That cut open the hand
With wounds I licked so lovingly?
I guess I am
Oh I know I am
I choose the wrong route
Black tie & noose
I choose the wrong route
Freudian values
I guess I am
I know I am
Am I the one?
Who can’t let go
Of all the scenes replayed that are too taboo to show?
Communal crimes,
Behind those penetrating eyes
Am I the one?
That picked my own role?
That volunteered to obfuscate at curtain call?
I guess I am
I know I am
I choose the wrong route
Black tie & noose
I choose the wrong route
Freudian values
I guess I am
I know I am
And now, I wait
For hope, for hate
I, don’t, care, no.
Suffer some more
More and more
Same choice and outcome
Guess that’s my luck
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