goodnews
08/17/08, 01:09 AM
you're stealing the laughter with all of your stories
of all of those boys and all of those mornings alone
you keep me awake with that cancerous smile
you wear when you sleep as soft as a child
i'm lying. i know that you won't even bother
to check all the facts, to sift through the fodder
your mouth holds a vulture that is released when i come home
it finds me lying down and picks the flesh off of my bones
but you don't know even know it exists.
the morning holds out a compass and offers directions
but my pride cant be swallowed, my scars cant be mended
so i keep on walking, wherever i go
is wherever im headed, but i wouldn't know.
it's sure as shit cold when you arent with me
but i'm not alone, i have a bottle of whiskey
if i warm up my throat, i won't be the vagabond
your friends think i am, the one you rely upon
i can stand on my feet if you just give me a hand
and i'll walk away cause i was a raised to be a man
not one like a father, but one who actually knows
how to live in a bottle and never grow old.
one day we'll join in laughter of what we once knew
making jokes with each other about towns we outgrew
but i'll know when you smile, that you're holding back tears
thinking of beautiful places back in beautiful years.
so these pathetic couplets are all that i have
if i am to grow up, i'll need to forget
that i was once a child, that i once knew true love
and that i could get to sleep at nights without getting drunk
of all of those boys and all of those mornings alone
you keep me awake with that cancerous smile
you wear when you sleep as soft as a child
i'm lying. i know that you won't even bother
to check all the facts, to sift through the fodder
your mouth holds a vulture that is released when i come home
it finds me lying down and picks the flesh off of my bones
but you don't know even know it exists.
the morning holds out a compass and offers directions
but my pride cant be swallowed, my scars cant be mended
so i keep on walking, wherever i go
is wherever im headed, but i wouldn't know.
it's sure as shit cold when you arent with me
but i'm not alone, i have a bottle of whiskey
if i warm up my throat, i won't be the vagabond
your friends think i am, the one you rely upon
i can stand on my feet if you just give me a hand
and i'll walk away cause i was a raised to be a man
not one like a father, but one who actually knows
how to live in a bottle and never grow old.
one day we'll join in laughter of what we once knew
making jokes with each other about towns we outgrew
but i'll know when you smile, that you're holding back tears
thinking of beautiful places back in beautiful years.
so these pathetic couplets are all that i have
if i am to grow up, i'll need to forget
that i was once a child, that i once knew true love
and that i could get to sleep at nights without getting drunk