Guess ill become tomorrow today, I’ll drift easy down any alleyway, sedated to kill my sober self, she joined the cavalcade stained glass eyes, the hollow hearts of sycophants feigning as someone that you could care about.



And you let her go, make her move, well she is still beautiful to you, but she’s all through cause she’s gone and made a fool out of you.





This here is a one ghost town I don’t need you around to abuse this boy in blue’s first time at holding hands with some pretty girl. Guess She saw my virgin eyes thought it was a second chance heal, then turned away right back to the starting line to settle for the fawning asshole’s thrill. Did you know, i was in love with what was below that was beautiful to me. well you can't buy what is free, are you the fool you made of me? Are you the fool you made of me.



so I guess I’ll see you later, see you later if I see you at all. I once buried in you my love beneath the stars. C.c.r.



Guess I’ll become tomorrow today, seen you happy between the bars with your other-selves, floating away, getting carried away, carried away, again. See you later, I still tell myself.