Your eyes won't leave my mind,
They're stuck there,
suspended in time,
and in my life.
How is that for broken,
I can't break your stare,
and you left awhile ago,
you were never there.
But I'm a sucker for staring,
into too many beautiful eyes,
and it always catches up to me,
and I wouldn't have it another way.
You've caught me,
a squirrel in your bear trap,
too weak for these game,
I'm wasting away and it's not a wrap,
not yet at least,
beggin my ghosts to leave,
and my demons joined the party,
I just can't win,
I need to get settled,
figure out what's happening,
and how my world's been turned over,
despite my protests and four-lear clover.
And that's life,
my lovely,
that's life.
Would you have it any other way?
I wouldn't.
Life for excitement,
or die of boredom.
Andy Veilleux 