no one picks up my calls i guess im alone after all
one big joke given to me as a set of flowers when the petals fall off i realize there's a note with a bomb saying your running out of hours
i think my headaches bring a new shade of disturbance and what i cant face
i think the lights been taken away and i cant put this into a positive phrase
i let myself down and everyone in this town
whats so good about forgetting my name when i take that drink with a chase but the pain finds its way back wreaking of shame