I woke up in your mental hospital,
Where escaping was misson impossible,
and yeah, I took that hit to the chin,
because I was caught, too busy staring,
at your beautiful headlights,
which were guilty of sparking fist fights,
on random drunken bar nights,
started by uncoordinated drunks, the anti-termites.
I dodge their punches, and your worst moments,
shrugging you off like you were a tiny dancer,
weaving around your lies just like Prancer,
wishing for once you had a straight answer.
I float like a butterfly, and sting like my knee,
scrapped to the bone by the hood of your car,
that ripped me open and sent me so far,
I landed in nevernever land,
where Pepsi and Coke held hands,
along with the other brands,
that feed you black death juice,
an attempt to cook your goose.
The advertisers hated it,
they waited for evisceration,
due to this strange nation,
that was far too content with life,
to worry about content with strife,
or about getting my own life,
rather than just living yours,
through your eyes, vicariously,
as I wander around, precariously,
and nothing falls into place.
You used to have such a beautiful face,
I used to picture it covered in white lace,
I truly believed our love was timeless,
then your demons took over, making you mindless,
your passion died, you were robbed of kindness.
That’s the way love goes,
south and down the drain,
surrounded by some real pathetic fallacy,
thunder storms and rain,
love cheques reverted back to entry-level salary,
all pain and no gain,
thats not the way its supposed to go,
I know life’s a winding road,
and you do what you’re told,
by the media and strange personalities,
they’re flipping out and losing calories,
too busy arguing amongst themselves,
their lies peddled for truth, flying off shelves,
I know pleasure’s supposed to come with pain,
but sometimes I feel life is all rain.