Story Behind the Song
This song was written near the same time of Degenerate, though it is more of an assault on myself than an attack on someone else. It was recorded in my room, and took slightly longer to produce with the experimental guitar.
Lyrics
I'm finding out an escape from reality is not a gracious choice
You hit the ground, take a good look around and try to get back on course
Maybe I'm just too drunk to notice but I think I've lost my mind
Maybe I'm just too young to blow this but I think you've crossed the line
Chorus:
Yeah you fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
And I've had it up to here with you
When you're broke, you're a digger
When you're rich you're the bomb
Walk away Mr. "Iamgodsobeblessedthatilikeyou"
I'm coming down, yeah back to reality
I'm going to leave my mark
I'm falling out of love with the playwrite who wrote my favourite part
Oh kiss me quick
If you take too long to beg then I'll be fucking someone new
Oh lucky me, I'm stuck in the middle like I always was with you
Chorus:
Yeah I like you
But I'm not interested in being adored and worhipped by someone like you
Yeah I like you
But I guess your ego tries to fill the gaping hollow in your head
Shut your mouth
I am not the one to blame here
All you do is just sit and whine
I know my own way out, I'm not asking you for favours
'Cause I know you're not the generous kind
You can't stop time, it ticks away while you're sleeping
And you can't stall the iron man
You're not my type, you've got too much baggage to deal with
And frankly dear, I don't give a damn
Chorus
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