Who would have thought that I was the cure
Who would have thought I was what you were looking for
Just smile, I know you want to
Just die, I know ill let you.
There was a man
And hush
I can’t stand him anymore
But he buckles his pants and smokes with ease
I put out the smoke, and the lights and I freeze
You make me feel naked when i'm dressed in my best
You make me diseased just like the rest.
Who thought I was a cure
For the Monday blues
Standing outside the store
But he buttons his shirt
What’s left of the day
And before he leaves
I beg him to stay
Cause i’m the cure
I have to be
I’m the one
I’m pretty
Sure.
It’s just another day
And the habits cum and go
Cum again
Say again
And hush
He’s leaving me lonely
Better be alone
I’m better
Leave me, go.
Looking now in the mirror, and its not there
Passed away, tucked away, hidden
How long? And forever, or not?
Its almost seems unreal, crazy
But I hold steadfast to sanity
And call myself nothing but
And the taste of autumn waits at my door
Feinding.
Chasing you
With a bottle and a broom.