Sick on whiskey, beer, and bullshit.
I spun it, you spin it,
Others grin through their teeth
With mouths full of it,
So what's the point in trusting anymore?
I'm riding solo. There's a woman
Thinks she can claim me.
There's another that never stopped.
If all of this is about love then
I'm surely fucked. Because what is
This life apart from heart and heat?
I was always meant to fail at good love.
I'm not sad, because I never give up.
I don't mind the bloody pulp. I don't
Feel discouraged with the sadness
That surrounds my halo. I'm a heart
For the world. They use me as wished;
I gift them with uplifting until our
Time runs out. Then I let them go.
Fly on, sweet ones. I didn't mean a thing.
Temporary harbor. Imperfect lover.
I shared your secrets and kept them.
I gave you all I could. I'm going to drift
Along this life endlessly. Take stock in
Something other than a guy like me.
Take stock in peace and ease.
I'm not the one. I'm no one.