you were the best of me for a little while and i thought we'd break on through, you and me, the way we moved, light but solid, your smile cool on my lips and fingers like an angel's in my hair and the worst of everything tucked away, the world suddenly small enough to fit in my pocket and goddamn, sweet thing, we didn't give a shit for any of it
but it's common knowledge it don't last, that you always take more than give and turn gold to shit and bleed...
So I tried it out I tried to numb it The hole inside of me Tried to silence the voices Tried to drown it out, Smoke it out completely To ripe it from there But it didn't work For depression floats For depression is fireproof Depression can't be escaped
Exploit God given talents for fortune and fame fanning the flame as fanned based brand name recognition grows out of control into something you can't tame ---not without more substances highly flammable: drugs alcohol taking their toll
when all you really wanted was to live life your way not theirs
Who cares? Who cares? No one seems to as you use, use, use
Get your prissy self to serving drinks You know the boss Don’t like you popping Benzedrine On break time Sure you look like a 40s starlet In that red dress with all the frills But if you get jazzed on those pills You might start spiking their cocktails With crazy medicine We might have the men Giving the women a pat down Like in airport security When the camera isn’t looking The ladies would stop patronizing us Then the men would vanish Like the wooly mammoths And...