I stayed in the bath too long
my fingers are prunes and my head feels all wrong
for three lovely days I forgot I was broken and broke,
forgot my whole life is a joke.
It's easy to live in a bubble with you
but who'll clear the rubble when our love is through?
Are we a fountain that never runs dry
full of wishes from children who grow up to die?
I worry that my friends and I will fade to nothingness
I don't know why that scares me so or why I'm such a mess.
You'd think the fear of god would do a little bit of good
but I find I spend my days lost in the woulds and coulds and shoulds.
//I would change the way I am
if I could
I should be better and I shouldn't
And wishes are worth their weight in the
words they waste
and I should know better than to
wish I was good.//
And I can grow a bush,
and I can set it all ablaze
and I can sit here dreaming
about the baby I might raise.
Instead I'll pull the plug and
throw the baby out as well
then have a drink and say a prayer,
I'm going straight to hell.