The dream is over, no one's to take the blame. We believed in roses, but only thorns remained. . When I look into the rear view mirror. We create and we destroy.
How many souls will it take. How many necks will you break. I say, how many bones can I waste. In that little old shape. I say, hey, I'm sober from a bar.
In your little white wicker chair. Unsuspicious nobody cares for you. You're so fucked up again. You laugh at nothin' in the pouring rain. Try to tell yourself you're not insane.