You stop short, but don't say why
I guess you never had it in you
some hopes are up too high
and some holes are too low to crawl into
I hope you left your lie
some miles ago trailing behind you
show up in your disguise
and pray some sign will never
Find you
The right way is the wrong way twice
you never let your eyes drift off the man holding the dice
you poor kid, crawling with lice
sweet disgusted sympathies just never come out nice
You fall short, but take so long
and ten tethers pull with every motion
hopped up on someone's song
some lines just never let up
You stop short, but don't say why
I guess you never had it in you
some hopes are up too high
and some holes are too low to crawl into
I hope the day you die
you won't be cursing what you've been through
up there in some old sky
they'll pray to change the weather