When I ride the GhostBus is when I think of you
Sitting in love with the sound of my own voice
I can tell you how embarrassed of this half-life I’ve become
Sitting motionless don’t let me imply I’m listening or concerned?
I fished an invitation.
We hit the streets, now it’s all the same to me
Weighing outlines, blotting out the aftermath
Of sitting nowhere, no I can’t even stand to even take
Vanessa blank face is lying on the floor once again.
And I can stand the way you’re so complacent
I don’t need a cheerleader, but you could use a fucking parade
And it goes out and it comes out and I don’t even want to know
Where you go to, how you come from and I don’t even ask
I’m too busy worrying about living, to be concerned with the bombers.
It turns to me, no I’ve lost the scent of second state
And colored spaces running off the floor once again
The flowers sullen, the weeping images and the passing
Lying nowhere, soaking off the floor once again.
And it goes out and you wonder and I don’t even want to know
Where you go to, how you come from and I don’t even ask
I’m too busy worrying about living, to be concerned with the bombers.
credits
from Dream Massacre,
released November 11, 2011
Music by Kory Stevens
Lyrics by James Cargill
Guitars, Bass, Drums and Keyboards and Sequencing by Mr. Stevens.
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