Born Ruffians Follow

There's a space in my mind
Big bookshelves hold the space of an idiots dreams
Songs I'd never sing
Humming sweet summer guitar melodies
And I cry for them all the girls and the boys
I'll never meet
Boo Hoo Boo Hoo
And I try to bleed
But the hairs on my arms stand up with me

This reverie
Happens to be
Steeped misery
Don't sing this one with me

Tell the night I'm not sleeping
I'll be tired when I'm dead
Get me up, roll me over
I'm feeling upset.
I start feeling the sunlight
on my legs, on my face
Get me up, roll me over.
I'm feeling okay.

There's a place in my mind's bookshelf for the song I'll never sing.
It goes "ooh, ooh"
& I try not to bleed & the hairs on my arm stand up with me.

This reverie
Happens to be
Steeped misery
Don't sing this one with me

Tell the night I'm not sleeping
I'll be tired when I'm dead
Get me up, roll me over
I'm feeling upset.
I start feeling the sunlight
on my legs, on my face
Get me up, roll me over.
I'm feeling okay.

There's a space in my mind's bookshelf for the song I never sing
It goes "ooh ooh"
It cut my vocal chords with a razor blade while I tried to scream
to you you you.
I can feel it on the inside. Makes me itch and twitch
through & through.
Double barrel shotgun through my chest this afternoon.
For you & you & you & you & you

There's a space in my minds big bookshelves hold the space of an idiots dream