American Princes
Eyeliner
Well count all the blades of grass on the lawnMultiply by a million and there's an idea ofthe number of boys with black glasses and blue jackets in this townI'm one of a million baby, don't you forgetYou can spit on the street and I'll rise up a mixture of asphalt, old paper, and waterand the footprints of of friendsThe telephone sweats out the sound of your voicesaying "Hey, man I was something...A part of your life that you shouldn't forgetbut you turned me into nothing."And I was wrongI woke up as a ghost in a watery graveA whisper, a vapor, a filial slaveand as soon as that sad song starts playingwell, I'm back to stayI'm sick with a grief that believes in meand whether or not I'm relieved by the feelingI stay up all night counting cracks in the ceilingand make Tylenol breakfasts for alcohol dinnersI pine for the drugs that they feed to the winnersLetras de cancionesand find myself lonely and bored past the point of conceivingYou can sigh soft or you can say it out loudbut it's nothing in your own headYou ended up angry, you started out proudI'll be gone soon I'll be goddamnedAnd we knew all along
From Letras Mania