Bite me.<\/p>\n
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
\n(Grey)
\nthe sky is grey
\n the sand is grey
\n and the ocean is grey<\/p>\n
and i feel right at home
\n in this stunning monochrome
\n alone in my way<\/p>\n
i smoke and i drink
\n and every time i blink
\n i have a tiny dream<\/p>\n
but as bad as i am
\n i’m proud of the fact
\n that i’m worse than i seem<\/p>\n
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
\n i’ve got everything i want and still i want more
\n maybe some tiny shiny key
\n will wash up on the shore<\/p>\n
you walk through my walls
\n like a ghost on tv
\n you penetrate me<\/p>\n
and my little pink heart
\n is on its little brown raft
\n floating out to sea<\/p>\n
and what can i say
\n but i’m wired this way
\n and you’re wired to me<\/p>\n
and what can i do
\n but wallow in you
\n unintentionally
\n what kind of paradise am i looking for?
\n i’ve got everything i want and still i want more
\n maybe some tiny shiny key
\n will wash up on the shore<\/p>\n
regretfully
\n i guess i’ve only got three
\n simple things to say:
\n why me?
\n why this now?
\n why this way?
\n with overtones ringing
\n and undertows pulling away
\n under a sky that is grey
\n on sand that is grey
\n by an ocean that’s grey<\/p>\n
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
\n i’ve got everything i want
\n and still i want more
\n maybe some tiny shiny key
\n will wash up on the shore<\/p>\n
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n
she laid down in her party dress and never got up
\nneedless to say she missed the party
\nshe just got sad
\nthen she got stuck
\nshe was wincing like something brittle
\ntrying hard to bend
\nshe was numb with the terror
\nof losing her best friend
\nbut she never sees things changing
\nshe only sees them ending
\nand some vicious whispering voice
\nkeeps saying you have no choice
\n(slide)<\/p>\n
~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n
welcome to:
\nno amount of stoned makes you feel ok
\nwelcome to:
\nthis year’s alone – brought to you by christmas day
\nwelcome to:
\nthe darkness into which prayin people pray <\/p>\n
it’s quiet here except for this song
\nnow that everybody’s gone
\nbut hey
\nleast you don’t have to play along today <\/p>\n
welcome to:
\nsomething like elation when you first open your eyes
\njust cuz it means
\nthat you musta finally got to sleep last night
\nwelcome to:
\nthe precipice between groundlessness and flight <\/p>\n
it’s quiet here except for this song
\nnow that everybody’s gone
\nbut hey
\nleast you don’t have to play along today <\/p>\n
besides which
\nwelcome to:
\ntaking the good stuff down off of the shelf
\nand welcome to:
\nthe art of conversation with yourself
\nwelcome to:
\nhumming an unbroken tune
\nall day long
\nyes it’s quiet here
\nbut hey
\nleast you don’t have to play along today
\n(Welcome to)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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