Guy haven’t talked to for a year tells me he’s engaged,
Plus four month old son.
Does he remember those drunken nights spent talking?
His booze promised me the world.
Insignificant, I now no longer care; nor did I ever.
It’s just ironic.
Oh how it all spins so fast
Without a break in between.
Running into each other like swirls in a mug,
Feeling like the biggest, most magical cigarette head spin.
Picking up my brushes as my latest salvation,
Running away from this, is my only medication.
Stop tricking yourself, you’re not what you were,
Give me a break
And stop complaining for Christ’s sake.
As the warmth of the glowing sun touches upon the water drain
I feel sick, infested, cancer cells dispersing.
It’s teasing me, infecting everything but the most painful organ:
My brain.
Where did we part? And when?
I don’t quite remember, I must have dozed off.
Entered a coma of sweet fragrances,
And left it wafting somewhere in our favourite coffee house,
The cold air doing away with the last remnants
Of its sweet breath.
Arthritic fingers touch the cobblestone home, tracing forgotten memories
Open the door and no one’s home
And words no longer phase me, you can
Tell me you love me a hundred times,
I still won’t believe you.
You’d better change, cause I sure have.
Struggle with me,
And maybe I’ll let you win this time,
It will be,
My final suicide.
Plus four month old son.
Does he remember those drunken nights spent talking?
His booze promised me the world.
Insignificant, I now no longer care; nor did I ever.
It’s just ironic.
Oh how it all spins so fast
Without a break in between.
Running into each other like swirls in a mug,
Feeling like the biggest, most magical cigarette head spin.
Picking up my brushes as my latest salvation,
Running away from this, is my only medication.
Stop tricking yourself, you’re not what you were,
Give me a break
And stop complaining for Christ’s sake.
As the warmth of the glowing sun touches upon the water drain
I feel sick, infested, cancer cells dispersing.
It’s teasing me, infecting everything but the most painful organ:
My brain.
Where did we part? And when?
I don’t quite remember, I must have dozed off.
Entered a coma of sweet fragrances,
And left it wafting somewhere in our favourite coffee house,
The cold air doing away with the last remnants
Of its sweet breath.
Arthritic fingers touch the cobblestone home, tracing forgotten memories
Open the door and no one’s home
And words no longer phase me, you can
Tell me you love me a hundred times,
I still won’t believe you.
You’d better change, cause I sure have.
Struggle with me,
And maybe I’ll let you win this time,
It will be,
My final suicide.
