Another season, but the same old feelings
Grab your clothes and head to the doorway
If you dance out, no one complains
There’s still life to be lived in hell
A couple times last week
I tried hard to speak
A couple times a week
I might know how to speak
Dobro jutro
autor: DonTravolta, 02/09/2022
Vezane objave
Arhiva
With his eyes on the TV
And his three points on the home team
Gin in his blood from a lifetime in front of some barkeep.
Jokes in his head to break up the ice at the parties
A whole lifetime trying to find someone to laugh
After the death of the punchline.
And the white coats are coming for the clever ones
This is the dawning of the day without end
When fear steps into light
I’ve been planning for this day all my life
Or have I not?
I walk the halls and sing(revisit)
I think she knows I’m a pathetic intruder
Into the abyss
And I have watched her too
From the stoney beach
