Coming up with excuses and reasons?
Reason away my poor choices?
Hell is that what I’m trying to do?
Maybe I’m just trying to make myself feel better, but the problem is that I don’t need to feel better because I feel fine. The guilt is gone, Ladies and Gentlemen. Now I have to deal with the consequences.
“There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It’s still a little harder to say what’s going on”
I thought it was about falling in love.
I thought it was about the fairy tale – my happy ending.
And it is. Really, it is about hearing those words. Fuck, it’s about hearing any words out of your sweet mouth that will make me think that you want ME! If you can do that than I’m good. I’m good for as long as YOU can convince ME that those words are real.
“There’s still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness
Still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can’t say what’s going on”
What ya got to go with them words, boy?
Can ya back ’em up? Lemme see… pleeeese.
That’s the fun! I want to see what you brought for me. We can play and then you can go. I can have my life and you can have your bullshit. That is the way I’ve decided I like it best… Oh, well, actually I don’t think I’m ready to tell you how I really like it best. I’ll save that for another day.
“Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball”
That’s the truth… love taught me nothing more than how to lie. So, I’ll stick to the game. Bring it baby boy.. bring it. At least until it all falls down around me and I float like a cannonball.