2005-01-09
enough
You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds,
Don't you, baby?
It wasn't an hour before I had looked at a picture that I found in a dark place all hidden away. I remembered for some reason that I loved it so much and couldn't get enough and I was stuck in those moments for what seemed forever.
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide
But you're the one in the way
Of the day of doom, baby
And then I see you in the middle, milking things for what they are worth to you. And maybe it's seen as a facade, but it is the way I have been built and corked. There you go with unusual greetings and sarcastic plays.
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
I've had my arms up waiting. And I've been ready all along to mumble under breath and cool steadily past the punt. I am unearthed by the tear that I am no better than dirt and only driftwood could save me.
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
I realized how stupid it was to miss something. To miss something that turned so bitter. And I drove through the tears and I fought the speed limit and I passed the ungodly car, turned up the music and I heard what I never thought I would.
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby-
It wont be long till you'll be
Lying limp in your own hand
oilandwater at 12:05 a.m.