Tribal Hybridz
Bluelighter
Memories...like the cheap hairspray on my pillow,
remindss me of times when you were mine.
laying right next to me,so scandelous.
i knew you were too. your a female.
you are here to somewhat fuck me up,
dont ask, i dont understand either.
i want you, i care. ill be there.
but i cant, cuz somebody else done fucked it all up.
done destroyed your fuckin dome piece.
and all the others i fear.
yeah, i talked to christ last night.
but i still wouldnt look in the mirror,
to look him in the eye.
what is it i despise,
my lies, or your lies?
where am i, and what are you?
a drunk like me.
forgotten in this cold world,
outside inside, left overs and rain.
dammit, im not making any sense again.
i hate whisky, i hate work.
i hate money, i hate cigarrettes...
yet, i indulge in all of it,everyday.
fuckin dammit is all i can say,
man i dropped last night, what can i say?
the fuckin clowns pissed me off again.
fuckin clowns.
i think i hate clowns,
or i would, if they all werent my friends.
any answers? of course you have none for me.
just write what you want. be free.
you want me, but wont allow it.
somwbody before me locked you up tight.
and you have to hate on me to make yourself feel alright.
yeah, fuck you, i love you too.
for real, i do love you too.
for some fucked up reason occasion.
i should just stop where im at,
while my body is still alive.....
remindss me of times when you were mine.
laying right next to me,so scandelous.
i knew you were too. your a female.
you are here to somewhat fuck me up,
dont ask, i dont understand either.
i want you, i care. ill be there.
but i cant, cuz somebody else done fucked it all up.
done destroyed your fuckin dome piece.
and all the others i fear.
yeah, i talked to christ last night.
but i still wouldnt look in the mirror,
to look him in the eye.
what is it i despise,
my lies, or your lies?
where am i, and what are you?
a drunk like me.
forgotten in this cold world,
outside inside, left overs and rain.
dammit, im not making any sense again.
i hate whisky, i hate work.
i hate money, i hate cigarrettes...
yet, i indulge in all of it,everyday.
fuckin dammit is all i can say,
man i dropped last night, what can i say?
the fuckin clowns pissed me off again.
fuckin clowns.
i think i hate clowns,
or i would, if they all werent my friends.
any answers? of course you have none for me.
just write what you want. be free.
you want me, but wont allow it.
somwbody before me locked you up tight.
and you have to hate on me to make yourself feel alright.
yeah, fuck you, i love you too.
for real, i do love you too.
for some fucked up reason occasion.
i should just stop where im at,
while my body is still alive.....
