as much as i'd like to go
to places i've never known,
scared shitless to leave home,
and i don't want to go alone.
i miss the rewarding gaze
of a friend from my younger days,
didn't mind 'bout my selfish ways,
as he died i was miles away.
i hope he remembers how,
as i do when i look back now,
though he'd bark at the slightest sound,
would not bite for he knew not how.
and sometimes it's more than clear,
then morning comes early here,
and i know that the day is near,
wasted days make for wasted years.
now i'm vicious with appetite,
sobering half a mind,
dripping with stolen wine,
awoken by something i dreamt.
harboured by everything i have been witnessing.
postcards and daydreaming
get less embarrassing.
after the day is done,
i will be on the run -
so much for everyone, so much for everyone.
the showdown is endless here,
under the burning sun.
as eyes roll toward me now,
i will drop my gun.
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