Empty Rooms and Bullet Wounds
Black blood drips from an ugly wound,
As i sit here in this empty room
I don't mind wasting all my time.
As long as it's not any of mine.
You know that i'm strange.
i know your not dumb,
i love anybody
that tells me to get my gun.
Some will speak like they have sprung a leak.
Some will Fall apart right where they stand.
i prefer to sit in an empty chair.
Gazing into a mirror, all the way to nowhere.
if you could really talk i know just what you'd say
There's no special way of saying that your standing in
my way.
it's easy to stay joyful and satisfy your mind.
to stay prim and proper each and every time.
life would be so easy if you were deaf and blind.
life'd be so easy if you we're outta your mind.