Dreamer's Disease (feat. Chris Conley of Saves The Day)
I don’t want to be a waste I’m wasted. I’m wasting away. While I’m out here making history, you’re making love To demons with no idea what horns have done But I don’t care. no, I don’t care. I’ll die with a smile so my widow gets jealous The ones that observed are the worst story tellers And lust is pulling my chair from under me
Well it seems like the amorous man has a prostitute like sense of commitment again And it feels like my eager hands are searching for that promiscuous skin
Don’t mock me by existing My ambition went from handsome as hell as straight to ugly as sin But I don’t care, why should I care? So fuck making love, I’d rather make history I’d prefer a monument over the kiss of thee The world is pulling the rug from under me
Well it seems like the amorous man has a prostitute like sense of commitment again And it feels like my eager hands are searching for that promiscuous skin
They say home is where the heart is So where do you keep your bed? And if home is where the heart is Then what do I do with this empty chest?
You try to let go Let go You try to let go Let go You try to let go Let go You! You! You!!!
Well it seems like the amorous man has a prostitute like sense of commitment again And it feels like my eager hands are searching for that promiscuous skin