Can't get drunk, can't get sober - a song

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Can't get drunk, can't get sober - a song

Post by Doreen Peri » May 11th, 2008, 8:07 pm

1.

I was standing on the corner
of a bad headache and a whim.
Couldn't figure out how to hang onto
or let go of him.
My mind was a little bit muddled.
I'd studied way too long for my ignorance.
He wanted to screw me
I wanted to get cuddled
into his palms and savior skin.

2.

Yesterday was the worse day
than the day before tomorrow.
I got nothin but arrogance to deal with
and I'm bloated with sorrow.
Nothin' was the way it would have been
had there not been the sacrifice,
the lucid dreams.
And I'm gettin' so tired of
skeleton schemes.

___________

Chorus:

I can't get drunk
and I can't get sober
and every time I fall asleep
I wake up to a dream
Every time I'm young
I'm a little bit older
and baby, I've got secrets
you could keep

___________

3.

Every time he walks through the door
I'm a little more or less passioned, much more sick.
Why would a person want any more
of these painful needle pricks?
I'm a dilletante, a chocolate lover,
I'll be dead before my brother's ever born.
I've been drinking myself dead
with the embarrassments of impossible breaths.
I don't know the difference
between the joy of love
and the callous morn.

_________________

Bridge:

And I'm mourning
over the death of a still life
buried lover.
I'm mourning
over the undercover plan.
I'm mourning
over the frequencies
and delinquencies
and the goddamn others,
mourning over where
to end or where to begin

_____________________

4.

I've got blood on my hands
from stabbing myself with disillusion ...
crust on the edges of over- and undercooked toast.
I can't boast of how I've attacked the facts
with lies and confusion
and damn, I am the most
impossible test to pass.
_____________________

5.

I was standing on the corner
of a bad headache and a whim.
Couldn't figure out how to hang onto
or let go of him.
My mind was a little bit muddled.
I'd studied way too long for my ignorance.
He wanted to screw me
I wanted to get cuddled
into his palms and savior skin.
_____________________

Chorus:

I can't get drunk
and I can't get sober
and every time I fall asleep
I wake up to a dream
Every time I'm young
I'm a little bit older
and baby, I've got secrets
you could keep

(2007)

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