Baby took a break,
got baked too much,
Ate and faked too much heartsong,
got baked too much,
Ate and faked too much heartsong,
made tapes for his true love, and gone, gone, gone, are the days of old grumpy abandonment,
bring on my newfound disillusionment,
the shit that dreams are made of
not the shit we wished we dreamed about,
we are as true to ourselves as we are willing to tell.
as sure as there are layers of heaven, there's rings down in hell.
