i spend my days in the midnight of your eyes, watching life replayed upside down and backwards on a silver screen. ceilings grow faster and drown me out living everyday like a memory. if you could settle down, see the salt of the earth, breaks your crown ive been overdosed on misery since i was born into the midwest.
i fake it through today with some help from the drugs i take then ill crash and feel like shit, and think about running away and never coming back, then tomrrow seems like a memory ive lived a thousand times, happiness is changing names and shapes under the dim light i can see things through. no im putting all my hope in some future mistake, i wont ever know until its already too late. and my faithful blackeyed dog is a hundred miles away in a basement grave alone in an empty room. i dont think i can ever be saved but thats ok, cause a man in black said "ill do just fine" if thats how its going to be then thats how it goes i suppose. i cant keep a good attitude.