You fell to short and think you know me
didn’t quite figure out just how to hold me
and yet your sitting teary eyed
singing sad, horribly written lines.
You’re the guy who plays guitar
in the middle of the party
and everyone is drowning out the melody
with shots of Bacardi.
Sad little truth is that won’t stop it
you’ll keep playing trying to flaunt it,
but just like you the sound is tragic
you are just another white dude
And when you read this, I know you will,
you’ll call out bitch and think you’ll shoot to kill,
but honey that’s just where it ends you’ve never
had a spine so why pretend?
Playing the victim once again; crying to
the blonde, it’ll never mend.
that broken heart you carry around
the simple idea that you could hold on to clouds
it all just screams that stupid song,
you called it Goth Girl, but let me tell you its all wrong.
You’ve no idea what you are just a sad lost puppy
Go back to dancing, high round the fire,
keep thinking that the Gods aspire your existence
for something grand. Yes, keep deluding yourself
it’s their divine master plan.
you fell short it’s simple and sweet
you’re the kind of man that lays at my feet
tell that blonde I broke your spirit, you tried it all
I just wouldn’t hear it,
keep singing your songs, and prancing along,
because one day soon all your luck will be gone.
Keep on crying, singing your songs,
because one day soon the dog eats the dog.
dedicated to M.H.II