you're everybody's second home always trying to get me alone an easy way to lose it all always there when all else fails over by the west side rails
but i don't really need that now i never really did anyhow i only really needed alcohol something that'll treat me okay and wouldn't say the things you'd say
please turn out the light i get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out who's right
dreaming on the silver strand waking up to plainclothes man you little bastard, little boy in blue someone's gonna get to you and f*** up everything you do
he's so unhappy inside he's serious with everyone and he thinks he'll win you with his angry kiss acting like he has no needs wanting you to watch him bleed
made for each other bet you pay me any mind just goes to show my continual decline they say that i'll recover my love of her once in a while but i don't know i don't think so
there's something that i'll tell you now now that no one else is around the sort of lesson that i learned from you not quite the way you planned but i know you'll understand
someone takes a photograph a picture while their sweetheart laughs a perfect moment in a flash of light counting back from 3 to 1 that's exactly what you've done
and i'm so unsurprised i remember, i remember why i dream in black & white
goes to show my continual decline they say that i'll recover my love of her once in a while but i don't know i don't think so i don't think so
Compositor: Steven Paul Smith (Smith Elliott) ECAD: Obra #11481616 Fonograma #43755040