forlorn eyes peep into the sky

The faith lies deep between lies,

Another lonely night is on the rise,

She lost the tears in her eyes,

She appears in his mind,

Another lonely night,

I think that might be right.

I’m feeling trapped inside,

Feeling petrified,

Another lonely night is on the rise,

You can see the fear in his eyes,

The tears he cry,

The reasons he lies,

Is the reason she confines.

Two wrongs don’t make a right,

Now she is travelling on her bike,

She seeks more than she can find,

Another lonely night.

The feeling left his eyes,

He didn’t feel tortured inside,

Instead he found a joint to light,

Disintegrates the feeling within,

Makes him forget he sins.

The two conjure in a abnormal manner,

Nothing normal but nothing to fear,

Twice they puff the forgiving stick,

Twice they find luck.

Distorted time calls for misfortune lines,

Its Been a while, simmered down,

I best leave to prow,

“Prow what kind sir?” said the lady avec le fur

Idk, I’ve been strapped in this club a little more than one could love,

Another night that has reached beyond my sights,

Exacerbated by my obligations to hedonism.

Stuck in the mud with my spiralling thoughts, a light and a few mannys (oh what a delight!)

Wondering if I’ll make it out tonight attached with innards and equipped with my facades which perpetuate this ever living nightmare that I cast once the sky becomes slightly dark.

Ouais, ouais, ouais,

Je vais au parc avec ma dart, belle bouteille and an empty heart,

I provide a justification,

Not an illustration,

To try and downplay my obliteration,

My innards went on vacation,

I suppose brain finds it hard to resist temptation,

Probably a testament to my lack of patience,

I find myself On my way to living like a vagrant!