I'm taking you out for the last time tonight. So put your braids up you little ghost in my mind. The proof is in the pudding, the pudding is in my head. Hint of pistachio ethanol breath.
I have found. I have found. A stranger to pay for this round. And I'm thanking him gladly, while inside I'm sadly, thinking of thoughts that I wish I had lost.
Your body is gone, but you never did leave. I'm kicking you out once I finish this drink. Couldn't you read the fortune tattooed on your back. Ride like a cowgirl derailed from my track.
I have found. I have found. A place that is safe for me now. Deep within myself midst a star-mangled shroud, nothing gets in just like nothing gets out.
Experimentation with pickled cremations left dead things alive way to long. So I have concluded with nothing excluded that studies like this are just wrong.
I'm staring at the party, twitching on the floor, they've got red kidney punch with black velvet decor.
I have found. I have found. A cave in a hill in a town. I'm sleeping on air direct from my lungs climbing a ladder with only one rung.
And now I sleep in the comfort of drunk jealousy. I know that it eats me and i let it defeat me, but he's still no damn good for my crystalline queen.
credits
from Trashed Castles,
released November 12, 2010
Matthew Nemeth - lyrics, lead vocals, electric rhythm guitar
Tim Bredrup - bass, back up vocals, electric rhythm guitar
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