My old man is a tough man, But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam

with every beat of his cocaine heart

happy new year :)

good times for a change

please, please, please
let me get what I want.

you're no good for me
baby you're no good for me
you're no good for me
but baby I want you.

i'm thinking I was wrong

keep climbing into my head without knockin'
and you fix yourself there like a map pin
on this ghost of this street where i'm livin'
i'm in a chrysalis and i'm snowed in

and you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go

You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,
throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
but it don't do no good to get angry,
so help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in a trap of your very own
chain of sorrow.