Staring at the entrance of a brothel down in Eccles Street
wondering ‘bout the youth, and love, and growth that I have missed.
Them being the reason I’m not able to be playing it cool
the words run fast, my tongue, my anger can’t be stopped.
Still I am amazed we got from there to here
when everything started out right.
I’m not ready to embrace this mess, you’ve gotten me into.
I’m not ready to admit that I was looking for something else.
And it’s hard to admit that I’m neither your present nor future
tense is what you are when I’m with you.
Walls are drawing nearer then there’s panic as you’re clenching your fist,
looking at the bruises in my face, my neck’s all black.
My knuckles are feeling weird from all the walls that I’ve hit
bridges being burnt, I’ve gone too far, I can’t go back.
Still I am amazed we got from there to here
when everything started out right.
I’m not ready to embrace this mess, you’ve gotten me into.
I’m not ready to admit that I was looking for something else.
And it’s hard to admit that I’m neither your present nor future
tense is what you are when I’m with you.
Still I am amazed we got from there to here
when every bloody thing started out right.
I’m not ready to embrace this mess, you’ve gotten me into.
I’m not ready to admit that I was looking for something else.
And it’s hard to admit that I’m neither your present nor future
tense is what you are when I’m with you.
