How you wish you were the lover But you always pull the shortest straw And you will not risk another call So you?re trying to recover your composure
On comic books and in my dreams The villain plots subconsciously The colors bleed on every page The battlefront's been rearranged It's all pretend It
Inside a little house on the corner of a quiet street There is a room kept dimly lit That holds a misplaced invitation Buried in a desk drawer beneath
Days I've wasted Dreams I've tasted that aren't mine Everyday said, ?How I long for love sublime? See, I've misplaced it But you've erased my filthy
Suddenly awake Head is pounding hard now Here comes another day How she wishes she could sleep it all away But then, you don't know All the bills she
