Black Rose Immortal

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I dragged this lake looking for corpses 
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards 
Pieces of planes and black box recorders 
Don't lie (don't lie) 
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses 
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences 
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect 
That has no alibi 
 
New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven 
I watched flies fuck on channel 11 
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink 
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink 
And there's no ring, there's no ring on the phone anymore 
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor 
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry 
 
But at the right place at the right time 
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine 
I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit 
For anyone but me 
At the right place at the right time 
It will have been worth it to stand in line 
And you won't have to stop 
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me 
Your private eye 
 
I dragged this lake looking for corpses 
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards 
Pieces of planes and black box recorders 
Don't lie (don't lie) 
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses 
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences 
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect 
That has no alibi 
 
But at the right place at the right time 
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine 
And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit 
For anyone but me 
And at the right place at the right time 
It will have been worth it to stand in line 
And you won't have to stop 
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me 
Your private eye 
Your private eye 
 
But at the right place at the right time 
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine 
You won't have to quit doing fucked up shit 
For anyone but me 
And at the right place at the right time 
It will have been worth it to stand in line 
And you won't have to stop 
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me 
Your private eye 
 
 
-Private Eye by Alkaline Trio

last modified Jun 14, 2006 at 1:46

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Don't be sorry

I'm so bitter and cynical these days that it's a wonder I ever smile. Maybe that's why people make such a big deal out of it...

I just can't let things go.

Onwards then, leave it all behind. Run away from everything. Again. And again. And again. Easier. Always take the path of least resistance? Easier.

How the fuck can you deal with things like that?

Atlas grows tired. Sooner or later he'll drop his charge.

Oh, what a day that will be...

159705 | posted by Edicius at 3:57 | 2 comments