i am a man who is rotten and forgotten
living with handfuls and landfills of regrets
while she stand there stabbing me in the chest
with each subtle suck of her cigarette
and i confess that i regress
with each drag of her cigarette
to a teenage kid with broken ribs
confused abotu what all this is
i take two steps foward and two steps back
i'd two step home, but haven't got one
i inhale these nicotine dreams
and i'm in hell when my mind thinks
i'm justl ooking for that medicine
to cure me and the mess i'm in
i take two steps forward and four steps back
realize lies are truth if you call them facts
one day, i pray, it will be okay
one day it will all be okay
back and forth
back
and of course, everything is off course
my mannerisms make me younger
her cigarettes make her older
one day i'll marry that mother mary mother figure
just to cry on her cold shoulder
and if i freeze to death it would be the best that i could think to go
on filtered breath
she would tell me that i am finally home
