Bits and pieces
New lyrics fun. No music yet. Working on it. Wrote this tonight (last night, whatever) based off of a storoy that Will Schlickenmaier told me. I know it all too well myself.
Ripping down the boulevard
Always out to break a heart
Take it slow – good pain takes time
Just another bedpost notch
Play the field but at what cost
always chasing after something you can’t find
You come back for one bit more
My world unwinds when I open the door
Still I pick you up:
Bits and pieces on my floor
You’ll be in his bed again
And you’ll say “It’s the endâ€ÂÂ
But I know it’s just a matter of time
Breathe another lonely whisper
Always play the lone deserter
You’re looking for the next best lie
You come back for one bit more
My world unwinds when I open the door
Still I pick you up:
Bits and pieces on my floor
I’m waiting for your voice
Drowning in the constant noise
Another wave to pound me on the shore
Locked up in your lovely prison
A life that’s build on indecision
You always grab for one bit more
You come back for one bit more
My world unwinds when I open the door
But I can’t pick you up:
Bits and pieces on my floor
Yeah. :)
September 19, 2002 at 9:25 PM
John, this is the best you've written, imho. Fekkin brilliant!