Its a crying shame how I carry myself,
Its a crying, crying shame.
Its a God damn miracle my heart still pumps,
trying to float, with a ball and chain.
So I drown, I cough, my oxygens cut off.
I think of all, the good, Id do if I could.
But I cant go on
Its a joke in the ballroom when the lights go out.
Its a laugh, for the king and queen.
Its a strangers touch to make you feel safe,
for your life, you held on to me.
And we loved, like lovers, never knowing each other.
Until the lights, turned on, and what I thought was wrong.
Because I cant go on
If Abbey wont hold me tight.
Dont tease the lion.
For Gods sake it,
wont give up trying,
until your naked.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
theres a reason to run, a reason to give in.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
you can give to me, what you give to him.
Its seven empty acres to harvest your dreams,
seven acres where the sun wont shine.
Its the grass that grows and it brushes your feet,
growing taller all the time.
I lose track, of my mind, while my body falls behind.
Reminding me, of when, a rooster chased the hen.
But I cant go on
If Abbey wont hold me tight.
Dont tease the lion.
For Gods sake it,
wont give up trying,
until your naked.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
theres a reason to run, a reason to give in.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
you can give to me, what you give to him.
Its my five-dollar tie and my funeral shoes,
I put them on, to make me feel alive.
Its an easier day when you look like a fool,
theres nothing from this world left to hide.
So I speak, my mind, get punched and they spit in my eye.
I remember when, shed say, tomorrows another day.
But I cant go on