Poor Bailey
Poor Bailey - A Song without Words songtekst
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The lone tree's not so lonely, even the clock's found time to kill The voices haunt the hallways in crooning apparations The floorboards sound as if they were sick of being stepped on The mattress lies a nightmare waiting to happen And the porch is a nervous wreck because that's where the last tenants left Never to return, not a nod of concern or regret Well find time to celebrate, well I found time to grieve With imaginary friends, imaginary enemies Born to be let down, screaming out, scream it loud Well I couldn't be more thankful but I sure as hell ain't proud I'm sorry to say that I'm not sorry Well if hatred must be taught, then love is a concept lost All hail to the nation raised by toys that talk Well you're starving for attention I'm thirsty for some time alone You ain't all that clever but you're pretty good at playing dumb The band wagon carries leeches to the bottom of the pond Where they conjugate and wait for their free ride to stardom Please stay seated till the next stop: Mainstream, USA The leeches find a seat in the front while the sheep pile into the trunk Well I ain't down with the herd, I don't like leeches they suck No, I ain't down with the herd, I don't like leeches they suck You're addicted to destruction, a self-mutilating trend I'm my own worst enemy, I'm my own best friend Well I know where I'm going, just not sure where I am It's hot as hell in here, still my computer's frozen I'm calm, I'm passive, I'm pretending to be heard We can wait for the weather to change; you take the wind, I'll take the rain You read to find an answer, I write to find the way Yeah, you read to find an answer, I write to find the way The space between you and me, over land, over sea I'm just a phone call away, you're impossible to reach I wish I was gay, you wish you were straight I can't tell you what to love but ask me what to hate And I'll tell you a little story in a song without words You love living your life on the edge; the excitement bores me to death You're a riddle to solve, I'm a joke that you don't get Yeah, you are a riddle to solve, I'm a joke that you don't get Your lips taste of poison, of moments in motion Of blood-stained lust and pathetic obsession I died around? the roots and saved the other leaves And far realized that everyone's following me And I'm wandering around aimlessly I'll try my worst to do my best; my plans to fail were a success I remind you to remember, you remind me to forget Yeah, I remind you to remember, you remind me to forget I live in between the lines next to the blood-red margin Like a road leading me to some unknown destination Where it all goes, maybe I'll never know We were raw growing up, yeah, we're raw getting old And if you want to see time fly, you better open your eyes Because the higher you climb, the further you fall And where we'll end up only time will tell Well I'd rather be the feather that flew than the stone that once fell Yeah I'd rather be the feather that flew than the stone that once fell