Million
Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes
Oh pretty, pretty, I'm aflame.
So excited, so unslept
Somewhat littered, so unswept
You have to sleep before you wake.
I am spilled and poured
I am peeled and cored
I am hanging from the floor.
Flicker like a freak through a sleepless week
In a black cell of forever.
There's a point to this
A point I think I often miss
Oh clever, clever, where's your heart?
You can turn the phrase until it reads a million ways
It makes no sense, but it's as good as it is sad.
I am sad, elated
I am segregated
There's this stitching and it's itching.
All my friends are dead,
Asleep in distant beds
At least these enemies stay close.
Take me to the pretty ones
I want to be a pretty one
Sign me to a nice girl, so she can ruin me..eternally.
They offered me a million bucks
All I want's a steady f---.
Oh steady, steady, where are you?
Channel surf a sea of static, see the prize but you can't have it
There's something thankless in a wish fulfilled.
I am thrilled and bored
I'm unskilled, adored
All of both and none of one.
I would kill for more
I haven't killed before
I could set this heart on stun.
Take me to the pretty ones
I want to be original
Sign me to a nice girl
So I can sing her something meaningful.
In my perfect world I'd be signed to a nice girl
It would cost one million kisses.
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The lost and found come to find their way,
Walking outside, feelings they hide,
Putting their pride through well known places,
Stepping on stars and shining on cars,
Passing by, their heads are high,
But their hearts are low down,
Dragging as they go,
Reaching out to those other faces.
Down, down in Hollywood town,
The good time sounds are heard all day,
But the night time's coming, you're on your own,
Looking for a place someone to share with,
Waiting in queues to hear the blues,
To find a way from the emptiness,