stuck in between
the low life’s paradise
and the american dream
I feed the beast
because my pain is joy
and in my cage I’m free
if all you see now is the sunshine baby
you should know
that I’m a dark,dark soul
stuck in the trenches
fighting my war
and these love letters you get from me
are my way to cope
with this tragedy called hope
through remembering who you are
you will know me
I sometimes wonder what is it you see in me
if you really wanna be my drama queen
if you would really let me be your suicide king
i’m an outdated system made up of cheap bargains
you’re a little girl whose mended dress
has turned into a glorious mess
because I ripped it apart
I ravaged your soul
and you made my life a work of art
have I misunderstood your forgiveness?
sometimes you still sound like you think I don’t know
as if I didn’t hear your silent sufferings
as if I couldn’t read your unsent letters
as if I wouldn’t look where you hide
as if your happiness meant nothing to me
I’m sorry
if this is too much
i’m sorry
if it’s not enough
i’m sorry
if you feel alone
i’m sorry
if you don’t
i’m sorry
if it hurts to smile
i’m sorry
if you’re stuck in traffic
and there’s nowhere to go
but reality
pockets full of wooden nickels
ruling from my sand castles
coke bottles
humming their song
with the wind’s strumming
I miss the sunshine
I miss moments with you
that have never even been
call me crazy
send me to the looney bin
put me in a straight jacket
lock me in
throw away the key
just don’t ever take away
my sweet little tragedy