The Russian Futurists Follow

It's gone and i'm lost and i've tossed away love without weighing the cost and i'm
Sombre as sundays lonely as steel guitars sick as stray cats now cause you feel so far
And could you please fix me you mixed up my plans i'll be damned til i'm sixty
I'm old inside i'm hiding behind my youth inside my eyes is where you can find the truth
It's over it's nothing i'm glad i was sober; i knew you were bluffing
But holy fuck it stings when you say those things to pull my puppet strings
It's over and done with there's some shit i hate and i fear i've become it
But i can switch and shift and turn these lumps of coal into christmas gifts
And if i had you i could make it through one whole day without telling a lie
If i had you i would know that life was more than a piss in the dark
If i had you i could stop these years from slipping away through time
If i had you i would know that we would never be missing that spark
I'm a man beaten senseless defenceless against a barrage of relentless
Kicks and blows and sticks and some makeshift knives i almost prayed they'd stay and please take this life
I'm ugly and bucktoothed my fucked youth's been wasted can't wait to be cut loose
But i'm not griping wipe all your tears away it feels like lightning each time i hear you say
It's over it's nothing i'm glad i was sober; i knew you were bluffing
But holy fuck it stings when you say those things to pull my puppet strings
It's over and done with there's some shit i hate and i fear i've become it
But i can switch and shift and turn these lumps of coal into christmas gifts
But if i had you i could make it through one whole year without thinking of you
If i had you i could make it through one whole day without saying your name
If i had you i could make it through one night without drinking for two
If i had you i could spend these years lost at least i'm not paying in pain
You're gone and i'm lost and i've tossed away love without weighing the costs
But what i lack in words is flowing from my heart and going back to yours
I'm doing the right thing; the shite thing about it is it's not exciting
Because i'm licked and lost feeling like a coin being flipped and tossed
It's over it's nothing i'm glad i was sober; i knew you were bluffing
But holy fuck it stings when you say those things to pull my puppet strings
It's over and done with there's some shit i hate and i fear i've become it
But i can switch and shift and turn these lumps of coal into christmas gifts