| www.ryanmbrewer.com i wrote this song about transitions. this particular one is slower than it should be, and still quicker than seems bearable. they'll line up at our door to make you hate me, i'm weaker than i've ever been before. an hour or two with each, a soft and desperate peach will do all that it can to help sedate me. it's been a long two steps and the last 10 reps will surely kill me... don't leave me hanging by a thread, i feel i'm swinging from a rope instead. i'll beg you all damn day to try and love me, i'll wander off at night to bite my tongue. i'll see your drunken bliss and raise you a loveless kiss. queens over jacks, you hold ancient facts above me. some nights i think i'll close my eyes and wake up rested in another life. it's been a long four steps, and these last eight reps will surely kill me. sorry ladies you're a fraction of her. when in rome, the methadone tricks your brain into thinking that you're home but when it don't...i gotta let a little love in but i won't give it back. i'll watch you crack like an egg while i'm complacent and vague. some nights i think i'll close my eyes and wake up rested in another life. it's been a long eight steps, and these last four reps will surely kill me. http |
