Saturday, August 01, 2009

MISSY
I met her one night at the coffee shop
Her face so bright, my heart just stopped
Hello my dear, I fear I'm not what I seem

I'm not what I seem

I should've become a better man
I should be more deserving than
The beggar, thief and courtesan I've been
Oh, that I've been

But I swear, I lie, I curse all of my dreams

But I swear there's still some good in me
And I think if you stuck around you'd see
All the honest attempts at integrity, I was had

Maybe if you helped me, I'd get it right
I stay awake almost every night, stare at the ceiling
Wondering why I feel so bad, why I feel so bad

But I swear, I swear, I swear I'll never get sad

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