sorry i wasn’t the night in shining amore
but more like teh morning coughing up a cloud
wish i was the happy ending
and not just the plot twisting about
i feel shallow, hollow, like a dream deferred
like a hangman, hanging on every word.
now here i am on 29 south
with a cigarette dangling from the side of my mouth
and “i love you” is on it’s toes on the tip of my tongue
but are too deep a song to be sung?
i feel shallow, hollow, like a dream deferred
like a hangman, hanging on every word.