Patience getting thin and my senses are failing.
Could you at least pretend.
It's alright.
You can't kid a kidder.
Push in.
Not faking it tonight.
Tied up and tainted.
You said we could've made it.
But every word you said was just a lie.
So take me by the hand.
Say something I can stand.
It's better to burn out than be a man.
So take this last chance.
Pretend you didn't f** it up.
I'll try to cover your tracks if I can.
Laughed in our faces.
Hideous places.
Sick of the night drives.
Birthing the night sky.
Off to the races.
It's such a shame you've missed our mark
I find comfort in how far you fall.
This is an ode to the masochists.