In vibrant hues and subtle brush strokes of memory. The life I've painted I've sold for a quick twenty. It's on display now for the privileged and the wealthy.
I held up a liquor store demanding topshelf metaphors. Sinner's smile and open arms. Drop a line to charm the silent alarm. Neutral angels calling the cops.
Took our father's name and our mother's heart. Felt the sister's pain then it fell apart. We were told one thing and they showed us another. Is it finally true we're not getting any younger?.
I guess I should tell her I'm sorry. Why I never showed up to the party. Yeah, I got into a misunderstanding with her old boyfriend named Charlie. Yeah, I love, I love my Juliette.
Sunken eyes and strangers' faces. I fall asleep in the strangest places. What the hell am I doing?. Where have my friends gone?. Can't stand these people no more.
We should've never thought that we could get stoned. And drive around with just a half a pack of smokes. Bottle of Clear Eyes and appetite. We were pillaging the Turkey Hill on Main Ave in West Side.
Long for the words with hearts and wings. Something familiar when you miss everything. You rest your head against the window pane. Feet on the dash through the steady rain.
I hope this isn't a burden. Thanks for having us over. We could sleep on the couch. We could sleep on the floor. We would leave before you even noticed we were here.
I was staring through the stained glass. Into the procession of a black mass. Saw how subject at the altar wants their life back. The view from here to there's a lot like wilting flowers.