I was wasting my time
Trying to fall in love
Disappointment came to me and
Booted me and bruised and hurt me
But that's how people grow up
That's how people grow up
I was wasting my time
Looking for love
Someone must look at me and
See their sunlit dream
I was wasting my time
Praying for love
For a love that never comes
From someone who does not exist
And that's how people grow up
That's how people grow up
Let me live
Before I die
No not me
Not I
I was wasting my life
Always thinking about myself
Someone on their deathbed said
There are other sorrows too
I was driving my car
I crashed and broke my spine
So yes there are things worse in life than
Never being someone's sweetie
That's how people grow up
That's how people grow up
That's how people grow up
That's how people grow up
As for me I'm okay
For now anyway
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Loose and guilty and whipped Sterility prosecutes and I have plenty Bruised and nailed and quits Merciful and mourned and meek Jealousy sows rejection with a kiss In silken palms that tear bone from skin This joke sport severed I endeavoured To find a place where I became untethered This joke sport severs I endeavoured To find a place where I became untethered Jealousy soaks rejection with a kiss In silken palms that tear bone from skin This joke sport severed I endeavoured To find a place where I became untethered
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Baby, why'm I worried now,
did someone make a fool of me
'fore I could show 'em how it's done?
Can't give up actin' tough,
it's all that I'm made of.
Can't scrape together quite enough
to ride the bus to the outskirts
of the fact that I need love.
There were times that I tried,
one for every glass of water
that I spilled next to the bed,
wretching pennies in a boiling well
in a dream that it once becomes
a foundry of mute and heavy bells.
They shake me deaf and dumb
say, "Someone made a fool of me
'fore I could show 'em how it's done."
It was so clear to me
that it was almost invisible.
I lie across the path waiting,
just for a chance to be a spiderweb
trapped in your lashes.
For that, I would trade you my empire for ashes.
But I choke it back, how much I need love...
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