Wasted and tired
I dropped myself in the tide
and you were a ballerina.
Sixteen days late,
I found myself in the parade
with everyone on the scene.
And we huddled down alleys,
decked out in black TV screens,
held hands in the rain,
and talked about all the killings we'd seen
I broke all my strings
I can't play while everyone sings
they just wouldn't care
So I sat and watched
your twisted animatronic corpse
dancing for spare change.
There's a party down your street
let's go there, see what we find
some pretty blonde thing you can touch
and maybe more, let's see if she minds
You're dramatic again,
even through this corroded old lense
sing me another line