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Someday when I catch up with my purpose I'll have forgot who I was when I startedI haven't shaved in as long as I haven't thought about who I really amSwept away by good intentions and misdirected creativitySpreading myself thin to fishnet the possibilitiesI think too much about other peoples' lives and turn burns the jealousy Of greener grass and bigger pasturesThe once nomad decide class rule woman's comfort daily Somebody hug this hypocrite and tell him that it's not going to be ok and that's alright to understandI'd rather be realistic and unhappy than smiling plastic in a television cellHell is for lovers and the poison burns under the covers and eats away at determinationShouldn't have to be a trade offSomeday I'll make myself understand thatFor now it's cold sheets and bad breath tell the white widow comes climbing through my closet againPlanting seeds and skipping town before the flowers blossom My time will come to smell the roses again soon enoughFor now catching that sent will be what I'll have to be appreciatingSpent time floating on monogamous bundles of passion that didn't happenI remember that dream like it was real or it wasn't supposed to happenCrossing boundaries is like fighting your way out of a wet paper bag (hught!)Next to impossible if you've never had the odd pleasure of an unfaithful experiencePassion can be pathetic or even predictable in hindsightStep your foot on the gas and slip past the defensive (?) with hot flashesI'd rather be remembered for my Warped Tour board, cheap thrills and regret Nice guys never finishLeft to diminish in diluted clumps of dismay Letras de cancionesThe least I could do is feel the warmth of forbidden contact tingling my temples (it's the least I could do)Today could've been that dayToday could've beenThat dayThis is how it used to beWhen the voice of reason crooned to meThat I'm sailing a ship with not captain, caption, breeding stop feeding that wild eagle. Cartoon love bubblesI'm trapped in cartoon love bubbles From Letras Mania