He awakes to the dull light trying to force it's way in around the edges of the blanket He's thrown up in front of the window The room's painted a somber yellow-gold In the dark it goes a soft, formless shade of nothing He thinks this is where I'm coming from The dark suits me
A disaster of clothes, books, papers, food, and blankets greet him wherever he moves It makes him nervous He's only ever comfortable in his car and he hates driving Rock and roll will never die, he thinks Rock and roll will never die "But my god, it deserves to"
He wonders what's been going on? The same shit New show but the same script The party rages on he's sure Now that she's gone it's probably gotten a little easier A little worse for the wear perhaps but he's alone at last He's alone at last Alone at last He's the last
He used to be on top of his game A real scene stealer A ravenous baby-eater Now at a 5 and dime, he's a glorified counter-top cleaner where nobodies remember his name
So much so she loves him, so as it only seemed to hurt Her devotion only made matters worse
"Well you can caress it if you want to" But as we've all come to find out, it may take more than love to keep the poison down
She's someplace now as he's sweating it out- living low, high and dreaming of their forgotten, misplaced schemes Where in the night to no one within reach, he screams, "Life takes you where it goes Life takes you where it goes or so it would seem"
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