i'm really good at burning bridges
holding grudges most of all
i've burned more bridges than i've kept intact
never realised that could be a problem
till i noticed i was all alone
i contradict myself everytime i open my mouth
can't make up my mind to be antisocial
or butterfly of the year, it's what i'm good at
can't sleep unless i'm angry
can't smile unless i'm sad
i only laugh when i'm pissed off
nobody'd know i was suicidal
till the obituary was writ
i'm that 10,000 piece puzzle
Aunt Edna gave you for your birthday
that never leaves the shelf
not even worth the trouble
of finding all the edge peices
give me a hug and i'll give you a kick
then turn around and sit on your lap
i can't sleep when i'm alone
but i don't want you to touch me
and still i wanna hold your hand
and Peter learned to love...

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