Woorden: Harlequin Jones. Carve That Crap.

I?ve spent more time planning
My wake than my wedding
Only to find that I won?t be attending
Bride to be, hide and seek out for a future
Resign me, the inevitable loser

We carried that same weight
A burden of past dues
Lungs like lifesavers
The last thing to hold onto
But what keeps you up at nights
Not something you can touch
I know what you?re not feeling,
Fellow bankrupt

I was born on a common wheel
Adorned with coarse clay
You?ve got to take what you?ve been given
And carve the crap away

She said it best, confessed to console
Those first chapters near captured us sad bastards whole
As a token, a memoir, a story she wrote
I?m loaned a past when I need one retold
Scars are scars and that?s all they are
But so far it?s so hard to discharge what I?ve barred
From a hateful heart

I was born on a common wheel
Adorned with coarse clay
You?ve got to take what you?ve been given
And carve that crap away
Didn?t want it anyway

I?ve spent more time planning
My wake than my wedding
We all hate your band
So let?s all stop pretending!
Stick to routine, make your men like machines
I believe it to be, obscene in the least
If that?s the least you can be

I was born on a common wheel
Adorned with coarse clay
You?ve got to take what you?ve been given
And carve that crap away
Didn't want it anyway
You?ve got to take what you?ve been given
And carve away