The past is in the past
Don't hook-up on a year back
Time goes on quite so fast
But this year's been hell to me
Mad sounds in a mad world
A good soul thrown into a bad world
Madder than you've ever heard
A notion too painful to feel
A sight too awful to see
You're toying with the essence of a breakdown, and nurturing a rebel to its core
On taking responsibility of the making of such monster, I am not quite so sure
Don't touch what you can't grab, and don't grab what you can't spare
Don't ramble on with pungent actions from thoughts that are not there
And if my love was a fraction of your attention, things wouldn't have gone this way
And if this attraction was as true as has been, we might have landed on better days
So I crush some aspirin, down into my abdomen, followed by spirits of haze
It helped with the vein, pulsating with pain, but not with the confusion or daze
Walking through the memories, you've seen this place before
A coffee table haunted by our aphrodisiac ghosts
Tripping up on acid, seeing galaxies and worlds
I never meant to hurt you, I just wanted to get stoned
Gliding through the lobes of my brain, it feels like drowning
How do I tell you I need space without sounding
heartless, or less in love with you, the thought's astounding
Killing you seems easier to me, the thought's arousing.
If your line of thoughts led you this far
Then what's one step more?
