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letra de 2003 - cozy st. jean

my conscience’s clean when i am not
go hide away to be forgot
and shoot up ignorance into my veins
i’d rather die or runaway
than stand my ground, forced to be brave
at least i’d get to be with you
halfway through the blackened windowsill
waiting with sunken eyes for him to come in for the k!ll
my last night ever coming home
the backyard’s lush and overgrown
barren rooms and dusty floors remain
i want you here please come to me
life’s been treating me way too mean
just sit outside and wait for sleep
they say i don’t have to take such good care of you
don’t gotta feed the vice when my hopeless heart is starving too
now i’m out the window fleeing down the street
break down crying on the sidewalk knowing i can’t leave
take my medicine to end my pain
going to a place where only you and i remain
spit out blood and swallow parts of you
the parts that no one else will take ‘cus they’re honest and used
hallucinating again when i’m high
it really hurts to know i never gotta say goodbye

- cozy st jean

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