This is a whisper into your satellite dish
This is a death threat in cross-stitch
And I demand a hostage
And then I want a motor boat
And then I’ll let your hostage go
It’s like life is a deathbound train
And every day is just a stop along the way
And every era is the modern age for the people in it
Every prayer is paramount to the owner of the steepled fingers
I knew better, but
I’d hoped for better boy boy I’d hoped for better than this
A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives
No matter what she forgives and
I knew better, but
I’d hoped for better boy boy I’d hope for better than this
A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives
Like opportunity knocks
Misfortune will pick the lock
And pick your pockets
Pick your boys and boys here will pick it for ya
Sure your habit dies hard
But your bottle kills easy
See me cut my coke with Captain and cut Captain with Ron Diaz
You don’t cut for me
He’s been good to me oh he has
He doesn’t cut for me, doesn’t cook for me
Princeton, Minnesota
And to everybody talking about my tits
I guess that it’s
Because you can’t find shit to dis
about the way that I spit
I’ll blow my nick for kicks
another feel that you couldn’t cop
But I got shit to do with vultures
while you’re fucking around with photoshop
The road don’t stop where you go out to take a breather
Either I’m an overeager emo alcoholic with a nice chest and press list
Or maybe you’re just jealous.
I knew better, but
I’d hoped for better boy boy I’d hoped for better than this
A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives
No matter what she forgives and
I knew better, but
I’d hoped for better boy boy I’d hope for better than this
A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives
Shake me, and hear the filament rattle
Awake and save me from this bit of the battle
My pride is like an ember and my chest is as my blood is burning
See if you can forgive me my tongue is in my cheek I’m turning
Hurts me just to think of one more courtesy before the king
These knees don’t bend easy please receive me on my feet
I pull my shadow off the street
But believe you don’t want to follow me, these hollow veins
Walk around in color 3-D
Just to see how petty the daily drama and diorama really can be
I’ll pull a Peter Pan and set you free
And when you can, see what you can do for me
A quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit
A vocal booth is just another padded room, shit
A quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit
A vocal booth is just another padded room kid
Put all your worries away
For all the noise you make
Put all your worries away
For all
I knew better, but
I’d hoped for better boy boy I’d hoped for better than this
A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives