Life on Paper

I believe in broken strings
& vocal chords scarred from uttering
Words I scream when I'm alone
arguing with this microphone...

& I believe in paper dolls
burning in these shopping malls,
Torch them with the words I scream
No they don't mean a fucking thing
at all...


Cause my life is nothing more
than a few bad lines spread across my floor.
I'll try and try over again
But I'll never
make sense
of
them...


I feel like a liquor fit
On my knees & still won't quit.
Feeling like it's all I got
Could kill myself with one more shot...

I feel like a cigarette
Short lived, and cancerous
Light me up and suck me in
Neither of us
will ever
win.


Cause my life is nothing more
than a few bad lines spread across my floor.
I'll try and try over again
But I'll never
make sense
of
them...