I guess things are cool still
'cause I ain't dead yet.
Rats in the dumpster move thru the beercans
sound like small dogs.
Her pictures are stuck to a painting,
by some dead fuckin' freak.
It took me a lifetime to find her,
and if the gods give me another lifetime
I'll understand her yet...
Her pic's don't move or speak,
but I still got her voice...in my head.
She talks alot again,
sometimes
her laugh...still so real.
She says the thousand things,
the one thing I always ignored;
this will never leave me...
That I had love,
and now it's dead.
A picture and a piece of tape ain't much,
I've learned that lately...
but give me one fuckin' day or
two lives.
I will kill any fucker
who will touch or try to take...
...whatevers left
