Setting on a course of self-destruction. Sailing on the wine-red seas of rage. Wondering what good comes of this; I can’t tell, who gives a shit? Telling me nothing ventured, nothing gained. Well, what’s left in your bag of tricks? I never thought you’d play the witch. I took you for more of a saint than a sinner. But I’ve been wrong, oh so many times, in my life.
Learned my lessons fixing to mix with vixens. Told my mother I’d sooner bring home a ghost. Don’t bother treading water there in quicksand, she’d just leave you there tied to the post. Be careful when you children play with matches, it’s rude to leave a show before the host. But I’ve been wrong, oh so many times, in my life.
Sorrows spoke in rivers, so we drowned them, burning bridges miles down the road. Smoking cigarettes til dawn, puking in the neighbor’s lawn, and locked out of my own house yet again. You’re on thin ice, my friend, always saying that you won’t get fooled again. But I’ve been wrong, oh so many times, in my life.