steve_j_1985

I'm singing your praises as you help me stagger home, On this cold windy night, Where my hair pours over my forehead, And I'm half man, half train-wreck, I can even poke a little fun, You just laugh, You know Idon't realise what I'm saying, But what you're saying, It fills me up like a helium balloon, And like the caterpillars that crawled away when I dropped the jar On my sixth birthday, My thoughts are dispanding into so many nooks And crannys all filled with worry, Although you just smile, Because I don't realise what I'm saying, A sign snaps in half along the way, You tell me off, It's not my fault, I tell you that but you know better, It's just me these days, I say everything seems a lot darker on the horizon of this world I haven't spent nearly enough time getting to know as I leave it, You don't fret because I don't realise what I'm saying.

We've all got dreams, Yours are unreachable, Mine are just as so, Perfect life, fast cars, big house, a perfect man to hold, They are yours, So...