And it was free drugs; and it was a good time
And it was all yours; and it was mine
And it was perfect; and it was grime
And it was flawed; and it was sublime
And it was comedown; and it was high climb
And it was clean; and it was fine
And then it was too much; and it was over
What did we seriously expect when we got sober?
You and your lovely eyes looking for my soul
Searching, and grabbing, to hold
Yet for all your vulgarity you were never that bold
I saw the little boy in you, and he needed to be told
But you didn’t like that, did you?
That sudden structure to the chaos
Quickly that sticky grip started to lay off
But I liked it when you needed me
Liked that I was your main tug
Liked being the one to introduce you
And explain why you were so nuts
It got dark, I wondered did it start that way?
So caught up in street dwelling,
That the moon hid the depravity behind your pretty face
And when I ripped that tag of skin
You disappeared without a trace
But I had other friends to introduce
To run the city with
I had other people that I could supply
And that could give
Then randomly that glossy look
Started meeting me in dreams
Wanting to be out in Camden again
Licking batteries
I could tell you anything, you wouldn’t judge
So why was I so quick to call your sin
At slightest nudge?
Maybe I was only spilling because I was off my head
Or maybe it was only in little brown bottles and balloons
That we harvested our zest
But crystals crush, go pale from blush
The bloom must surely die
I’ve waited a couple springs, but still no sprigs
I suppose we just weren’t meant to flower;
You and I…
And it was joyful; and it was pure
And it was concrete; and it was sure
And it was sexy; and it was fun
Then it was dirty; and it was done
I fizzled, in that little web you’d spun
I danced and barked for everyone
They looked on in wonder
Copying moves
Turned single flame flash mob
Carrying me away from you
Then I found myself bitter
A new corner of the pub
Watching you give those drugs
To a new vessel to pump
I was angry, I was ashamed
Knowing it was both of us to blame
Because for all those introductions I enjoyed
I didn’t realise I was leading innocence to be destroyed
So I dry up on the corner booth’s cushion
Blowing soft lips to the disco’s sushing
I feel my heart detach
And my skull start spinning
Now everyone’s confirmed my slack opinion
So I suppose that hard end stays winning.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 