It was summer then and I waited in line for one of our folks to go out of town so I could watch you unwind if these legs would unbind. Mouth to mouth resuscitation will bring me back to life but don’t get mad at me when I smirk and say I was playing dead the entire time. The king and his army don’t got shit on me, the bullets and their knives pass through me like poetry or ex-wives that I won't be acquiring any time soon. But we’ll lay here in my bed and just dream away the day, you’re my day. Now we are just getting to the part where we wake up in a daze and wonder where your car was parked just to find out that it was towed away. Don’t ask me questions just let my pencil do the talking.
Can I have your heart because you gave me the rest? The perfection of your body I just got to assess it now. Someday soon I’m gonna grab you by the waistline, get off my ass and tell you that I think we shouldn’t waste time but in the end I think I’d rather lay in bed and watch 80’s romcoms alone. But man oh man your bright eyes still make me think I’m losing my mind. Some nights you make me think I’m doing things right but then again sometimes I can’t even get down your soft lines. Don’t ask me questions don’t you worry about a thing. The perfection of your body I just got to assess it now. Could I have your heart? It’s a beautiful mess. If I could find the time to tell you that I think that it is right for me to chase you anyway around the sights and sounds inside the little cages of our minds. The king and his army don’t got shit on me, the bullets and their knives pass through me like poetry or ex-wives that I’ll soon be acquiring. It makes you sad too, am not made for you, no one’s made for you. Coffee makes me sick, red wine makes me sad. So I’ve come this far, I’ve made my sounds but you’re too drunk now you can’t make them out.
So have a nice life, I’m sure that you won’t with the bottles you fight now to pour down your throat. Until you love yourself don’t speak to me again, it’s the only sure way that we’ll never be friends. I wanna be the one you drunkenly cry to your friends about when naked, alone, and confused. When we play this in your town I'll pick you out of the crowd and make a gesture on my neck you would not prefer.
#HAVE A NICE LIFE BAND FREE#
This could be the greatest thing that I ever had: free of you for the first time in seven years. How drunk do you need to be to kiss or sleep with me? I bet it means something. What ever happened to the photograph you took of me sleeping on your couch while you were getting ready with the letters that I wrote you hanging from a clothesline above your head. I know it’s not the type I like, but maybe that’s a good thing. Whisky and five gum for dinner again, somehow I thought starving myself for a weekend and hooking up with Bri’s friend would make me feel better but I’m dreaming of your weather instead. And it makes you sad too, I am not made for you. Cause coffee makes me sick and red wine makes me sad. I could not paint you now, think that would stress me out. Learning to lucid dream so I can push you off of me in my sleep never came easy to me.īut I’ve come so far, don’t wanna hear sounds. All of your songs are the wallpaper in my mind, I'm burning them all tonight. This is the last song you will hear, choke me out if I’m not right with the daisies that I gave you when you made your connecting fight.