Stepdad
Treasure Hugs
Well I know he's alive and tricking me into all sorts of thingsBless his soul, bless his mindHe is cold, He is blindAnd I know he's wearing out after all these yearsAnd I'll find him dead some morning in my bedroomHe'll have painted all my windows black Soon I won't have a single dose of tact at allAnd I just came back from coffee And I didn't bring my mindWhat's the use, it's gone dryNo excuse, no goodbyeAnd I've locked eyes with a tombstone He doesn't sleep he engineers thoughtsI'll be dead one morning in my bedroomI'll have covered all my walls with crayonObituary reads, "Who's to blame for this disastrous plan?"Imagine what you could make If your muse hadn't killed herselfAnd after all these mistakes My life's no better than hellMaybe delaying the wake wasn't best But I'm starting to tellNo matter what road you take there are spots With bone-dry wellsLetras de cancionesI was talking to a man one day and he couldn't tell a lie Time has flown, we will dieWe're alone, it's alrightAnd in time we'll be forgotten every single mortal soulBut you'll be alive one morning in your bedroomThe sun will crack your windows, shake your wallsAnd you will wake up, Realize the walk was worth a thousand falls.
From Letras Mania