And I'm thinking,
"what are the chances?"
Your beautiful face
As ugly as ever
Like my monster:
You're no better.
The most familiar places give me different feelings,
Like a dirt road compared to the moon.
A double-viewed, laughter-filled path to nowhere,
Versus a home you beg to see soon.
Everything exhales the same stab of regret,
There's nothing wrong with staying at home.
But you came anyway,
And distorted my utopia,
There's something wrong;
You're so damn alone.
It wasn't the whispers of the branches or oceans,
I dont sail the seven seas.
It was more than pure dumb luck with a bored man's help,
And some screwed up side of me.
So if I felt that way all the time,
(cause I sware I don't feel it today)
I'd be at your disposal,
But you'd wonder where I lay,
To be honest,
I wouldn't remember your name.
So I can blame luck or some skeleton girl,
Who's gonna stay here,
But who am I to say?
I am facing a life conundrum in hell,
And this morning,
I hate you just the same.
