I’m not gonna wake up to your phony face today I’m not gonna listen to the stupid things you say I hope you don’t think bad of me but I hate it when you’re around Let me just say honestly you know you really bring me down
Every time you smile at me I know I’ve gotta watch my back Every time I extend my hand, I know I’m gonna get it smacked Looking out through Giotto’s Window – Guess who’s staring back at me? I’m looking at your painted eyes and wondering what it is you see It’s not reality
Old cliches might ring true and the truth it may hurt like hell When karma comes back for you, only time will tell Until then – I wish you well
I’ll never understand the reasons for what you said I’ll never comprehend the voices in your head I don’t know how you sleep at night after tearing peoples lives in two Now I’m not saying I’m always right, but I’m a saint when I’m compared to you And the things you do.
Old cliches might ring true and the truth it may hurt like hell When karma comes back for you only time will tell Until then – I wish you well Old cliches might ring true, yeah the truth it’ll hurt like hell When karma comes back for you, well only time will tell Until then – I wish you well
You called me Louisiana, you asked about my little girl. “Her birthday’s coming soon – on a December moon, I hope she’s growing up just fine.”
"I had a little girl myself once, so I can offer this advice. Hold her in the day, hug all the hurts away, then tuck her safely in at night.”
You said to me, “Louisiana…they grow up quicker than you think. So hold those memories of toys and bikes and trees, because one day they’ll learn to fly.”
The room suddenly got quiet. I saw your wrinkled eyes grow tired. Whispering, “we’ll talk real soon, about December moons”, I kissed your cheek then I heard you say…
“Well, you drive safe “Louisiana”, and hug that little girl for me. Hey, next time you stop by, please bring her, won’t you try?” I said “yes” and I turned away.
When I got home, the tears came quickly and I gave myself your hug. ‘Cause what I couldn’t say, on that September day was “Mom, your little girl is me.”
You called me "Louisiana" like you never knew my name But you're still remembering me - there in your memory I'll forever be a child
I know that soon, there will be silence As I take things from your drawer. But I’ll still talk to you and ask what I should do. Then I’ll hear your words just like the day
Never one to be outdone, life was a cabaret, Oh I drugged like Thompson then and drank like Hemingway. Topless bars, burned-out cars - nights I can’t recall, And the ones who tried to help me were the ones who bore it all.
Start at 9, passing time, could barely make it through, Life is so damn sweet when all you think about is you. Out by 5, crawl home alive - mad mission every day, Break the cage, embrace the rage, let blindness lead the way.
You'll go down slow, Taking the path of least resistance. Yeah you’ll go down slow, Till life is mere existence.
You can’t see the ground below when you just want to fly, And you’ll wake up bruised and bleeding when the mirror didn’t lie. One thing of importance that I carry from my past , Is you’ll only find more questions in the bottom of that glass.
Go down slow, Taking the path of least resistance. Yeah, you go down slow, Till life is mere existence.
Walking miles, through confusion - bitterness, disillusion. Resolutions you never keep - although you try, Until the day it hits you blind, You’ve wasted life - you’ve wasted life away.
Go down slow, Taking the path of least resistance. Go down slow, Till life is mere existence. Go down slow, Taking the path of least resistance.
I woke up yesterday to see my first sunrise, It was nothing to what I’m seeing in your eyes. I’m hoping that this feeling don’t fade away, But if it does I know that you will bring it back someday. So it’s all right.
You said to count the times the angels kissed your face, You threw your spark of love, which burned with saving grace. Now I’m looking at my life in different ways, I used to think a lack of words meant nothing more to say Than it’s all right.
My pessimistic point of view Anticipates the other shoe I’m waiting for this love to stop And I hold my breath and hope that it don’t drop But it’s all right.
The roads we traveled went through carnivals of hell, I chose the coasters while you boarded carousels. The nightmares linger to this very day, But I’m alive, our love survived, and we’re standing here today And it’s all right.
