Madison Bloodbath
If "Ifs" Were Fists, We'd All Be Jacked Up
Someone told me drunk and laughing, nervously backing upHe said, "I think you're the last to know, she found her life."For a second I felt daggers piercing my rib cage and carved in my chest plate "Rest in Peace, You Drunk, May Flights of Nightmares Settle In."She's the one alcoholics loveIt's nature's cure, so they don't careI wrote half these fucking songs to convince myself that I don't care anymoreIf there's gunshots involved, I'll take front lines gladlyIf there's a chance in Hell then maybe the coma will let me upInstead of shutting my systems down, they'll functionThen again, I'd still be right here accepting this fictionPlaying for no one on these strings so dull, I'll need tetanus shots for weeks
From Letras Mania