Nothing To Die For

 

You say I never understand
the gravity of the situation
Maybe if I was more of a man , I’d focus on your problems
Say that I’m immature
Prefer to run around with my guitar
Playing Cartoon Americana villain
Ain’t that I ain’t ready Or able
Its just that I ain’t willing
 
Nothing to Die For
You say its life or death I can’t say I agree
Nothing to Die For

Its just a defect in my personality

You say I never understand
The nature of commitment
Maybe if I was more of a man
I’d focus on your problems

Its not that I don’t care
I just find myself so,
so easily distracted
Well your screaming and crying you want something more
But I won’t fight your dinosaurs

Led On and Left to Die

 

I sit alone, I count the hours
By the sound of your breathing
The seconds ticking on the clock
They have neither no sound nor meaning
 Love scarred by the nails of a severed hand
Burned down by the ghost of a dead man
The oppression of our past will not let us break through
 
Hell bent on testing fate,
well, stand up, live the lie
you think the dead can’t retaliate
Led on and Left to Die

 

I sit alone and count the hours
Since the time of your leaving
The seconds ticking off on the clock
Have neither no sound nor meaning

I see right through the illusion
Junkie logic only has one conclusion
Your half dead harlequins are keeping me from you

Copyright 2005 Jay Skyler