Anyone out there really know what’s good for you?
the pathway shrinks and your vision gets blurry
There ain’t no prescription for broken pockets
Broken households
Broken mindsets
broken hearts,
you know?
Presidents and men with suits will pass you by and throw some change
(someone claps in the background and then you’re on TV).
God and fellow followers will throw some sacred books, those hurt some more
(someone screams hallelujah, another one faints, and then there’s a vigil for your soul).
Then the ripped pants and the lit cigarretes will sit close by and offer a good conversation, but it’s like any other season, they just want you to save em, they wanna break with you. by you. in you. fuck em too.
Anyone out there really know how to stop the domino effect,
but yourself?
Have a chocolate chip cookie, heck, have two.
Go to the bar across the street and get pissed drunk
/ erase your doubt tonight,
/ the phantom of your love, tonight.
/ the mountain o’bills and shit to do.
/ the list of excuses for being unfit for society.
/the hangover of sober lives with white picket fences and barking families
Wake up next to the bleach blond, frozen body of reality
Your spirit aint in foreclosure, they can’t, they can’t break you
Put a little more fight in your step
Anyone out there really know what’s best for you?
Skip the visit to the doctor, the ex wife, the attorney, the priest
The pathway’s blurry and your vision shrinks
there ain't no house remedy for broken shoes
Broken dreams
Broken promises
You know.
A pat in the back will do. Let the venom out, let it all out tonight, no one is watching. everyone's watching. but who among us actually sees?
Run, run. They’ll think you’re crazy. You’ll make a good story for a bestseller someday.
Save yourself.
...de verso en cuando.
