The Tragic Artist.
Perfect hours spent next to you
months spent recalling your face
acting as if I'd forgotten you
though I always went back to that place
seconds trudged on waiting for this
and I could barely slip one word
the one I remembered, I'm going to miss
you're damaged now I've learned
it's been a while you stupid boy
and I haven't forgotten your voice
missing you like a chistmas toy
having already made this choice
I'd spend my days thinking of you
my nights at your side
knowing not how it had come true
the privilege of single divide
but now it's gone my would be lover
my drunken razorblade
the rain has come and I have no cover
from this sharp and foolish game
the fire I've seen of life to come
now dull as your hazy eyes
the ones I saw that I'd never run from
now haunt my once clean skies
dawn has come more dull than yesterday
and through my heart, a spade
though I barely know you from common ways
I love you my drunken razorblade
months spent recalling your face
acting as if I'd forgotten you
though I always went back to that place
seconds trudged on waiting for this
and I could barely slip one word
the one I remembered, I'm going to miss
you're damaged now I've learned
it's been a while you stupid boy
and I haven't forgotten your voice
missing you like a chistmas toy
having already made this choice
I'd spend my days thinking of you
my nights at your side
knowing not how it had come true
the privilege of single divide
but now it's gone my would be lover
my drunken razorblade
the rain has come and I have no cover
from this sharp and foolish game
the fire I've seen of life to come
now dull as your hazy eyes
the ones I saw that I'd never run from
now haunt my once clean skies
dawn has come more dull than yesterday
and through my heart, a spade
though I barely know you from common ways
I love you my drunken razorblade