When it was good enough to just be along for the ride.
Woke up Sunday morning feeling like someone’s loose change.
I’m I her line of sight now, but she can’t shoot me down.
She dropped a dollar in my guitar case, and I never saw her again. (But I still have that dollar!)
She pays close attention to detail, and uses her emotions as blackmail.
Light the fire, give us some light, set us ablaze, and let's ignite.
There’s a whisper in her eyes, a promise to save your soul, deception and lies in every virtue she extolls.
Right and wrong separate the damned from the saved
Little white lies she tells, false promises she sells.
Let your life not be judged by the miles behind your shoes but by what’s left of the tread.
Blood may be thicker than water but what we’ve got’s thicker than blood.