dress up that day
the one that lover left you
that one yr mother forgot you
and over the western hills with fathers and brothers
that proved you were nobody
that filled up yr wheelbarrow with blood that never
clots
i'm a failure at what my lover needs most
i'm the best at what you need the worst
so i drink my nightmares along this musty river
and forget to feel these pains forever
just help yrself to my memories
the ones you choose to forget
the ones i try to recall
and with my days of drinking tears without joy
i'll hide my care in the letters i wrote
i'll hide my love in my clean conscience
i'm a failure at what you need least
i'm the best at what never brings peace
so i drink my day dreams along this crowded avenue
and forget to feel any of these pains for you
r.
