Monday, August 20, 2012

cigarettes and a touch of pink.

she smells like cigarettes and a touch of pink
a mix of bad with innocent
a sideways smile on blood red lips
with a little shrug she starts to sing
i'm medicated up to my neck
i'm dedicated but such a wreck
its complicated but whatever's next
i think i'm ready for the test

if it breaks me
i'm just gonna get up
if it hurts me
you know that's what i like
if it kills me
well, i guess that's fine
i felt alive 
i felt alive
i felt alive

she stumbles home in six inch heels
all golden skin and sex appeal
whisky-soaked and out of breath
says i've never looked before i leapt
hell, i think i'm brave but i hate the dark
i know i crave leaving a mark
i'm educated but not so smart
i never know when to stop

if it breaks me
i'm just gonna get up
if it hurts me 
you know that's what i like
if it kills me
well, i guess that's fine
i felt alive 
i felt alive
i felt alive

wait

you see, i know you're right
that you're the sanest voice
that's running through my head at night
but as the reel unwinds
and the time ticks by
the picture shakes
the tracks are misaligned

sometimes it's all too

slow, slow, slow
and it feels like i'm losing my mind
fast, fast, fast
and i, i am falling behind
wait, wait, wait
i don't know how this thing goes, but
if it breaks me
i'm just gonna get up
if it hurts me 
you know that's what i like
if it kills me
hell, i guess that's fine
i felt alive 
i felt alive
i felt alive