Breathless from the coffee, I drop my newspaper down. Left my eyeballs to read about some other town. Your blueberry flu and message at breakfast was nice.
I wanna hear your sad sad voice. Come to me loud and clear. I wanna hear your lips and tongue. Form the words no ears should hear. Wanna watch you. While your face reddens with fear.
There's no time, a few hours to sleep. Just drive till tomorrow. Here I go, my drunk tank's on 'Empty'. I've run low on sorrow. . One last demon drop is.
Five hundred thousand warnings I'll smash you. Six hundred thousand million times that we've been through. Inside an old farm house that I've never been to.
The pictures on the walls are telling me what I'm supposed to be,. To make you happy. Are you happy with me? Are you happy with yourself?. . Stay away from the problems I create, and everything will be ok..