No Title For Life

Tuesday night, boys and girls I see, drunk and running around like ants
They all just want to be heard and seen, speaking their minds and taking their stance

Some are real happy, and some are mean, some are just looking for quick romance
They want to be part of the popular scene, so they dress the part and take their chance

Boys and girls are acting real strange, pretending they’re welders and cowboys and such
Buying old work gear from the exchange; you can tell their hands don’t do very much

Everyone is glued to their flickering screens, faces illuminated in the dark
Their pockets are full, and their cars are clean; their biggest worry is where they should park

So if you see cowboy hats and boots, chances are it’s on daddy’s dime
They’re all in the bathroom snorting their toot, having a mighty expensive time

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I wish I could wash all my weeping blues away

Watch them disappear on morning tide

But I seek after soul after sounds of the sea

A charm forever round my mind

It’s hard to walk through all the places that your life used to be in, so you thought you’d shed a layer, maybe try on some new skin

Your friends are all imaginary, your shrink stopped answering her phone
So you decide to make incisions at your home while you’re alone

But you’re no tailor, you’re no surgeon, none of your cuts go very straight
Every new layer you uncover reveals something else that you hate
And then you cracked your head and broke some bones, and when you glued them back together you found out you did it wrong

Well, this is the same logic that got us into trouble the first time

I don’t need to know where you come from if you don’t know where you belong
So how’s it feel to walk around like you’re some sort of freak?
You’re just a monster in a costume, a shade of what you used to be

And you’ve got your kind of brand new face on where all the skin’s pulled thin and taut, and every kid you see starts crying, so you stop going out for walks

Well, I guess nothing can be perfect, so here’s a comforting thought; At the bottom of the ocean fish won’t judge you by your faults

No one party can fool all the people all the time; that’s why we have multiple parties

I go out late at night just to see what I can find
Staying in the shadows where the light don’t ever shine
Having one-way conversations with the darkness in my mind
He does all the talking because I’m the quiet kind

Staying off the radar like a bomber on the run
Do another lap around the target just for fun
Staying quiet, keeping calm until I find the one
Feel the wave wash over me when the deed is done

I’d be floating in mid-air, and a broken heart would just belong to someone else down there
I would be the center of my lonely universe, but I’m only human, and I’m crashing down to earth

If I was an astronaut, I’d have a bird’s eye view, I’d circle around the world and keep on coming back to you
In my floating castle, I’d rub shoulders with the stars, but I’m only human, and I’m drifting in the dark

If I was an astronaut, I’d speak to satellites, my navigation systems would search for other life
But I’d be up here thinking about what I left behind, because I’m only human with the real world on my mind

Bus fumes and Dior’s Sauvage

My tongue’s the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart

I’ve got desperate desires and unadmirable plans
My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent
Bring you back to the bar
Get you out of the cold
A sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes

Barely conscious in the door where you stand
Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demands
You laugh at every word, trying hard to be cute
I almost feel sorry for what I’m gonna do
And your hair smells of smoke
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone

You’re using all your looks that you’ve thrown from the start
If you let me have my way, I swear I’ll tear you apart
Because it’s all you can be
You’re a drunk and you’re scared
It’s ladies night, all the girls drink for free

I will lie awake
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say