supernovice

I could feel a hot one taking me down.
For a moment, I could feel the force.
Fainted to the point of tears.
And you were holding on to make a point.
What's the point?

I'm but a clean man, stable, and alone man.
Make it so I won't have to try.
The faces always stay the same,
So, I face the fact that I'm just fine...
I said that I'm just fine.

I remember head-down,
After you had found out
Manna is a hell of a drug.
And I need a little more, I think...
Because enough is never quite enough...
What's enough?

I took it like a grown man; crying on the pavement,
Hoping you would show your face.
But, I haven't heard a thing you've said
In at least a couple hundred days...
What'd you say?

I was in the front seat shaking it out
And I was asking if you felt alright...
I never want to hear the truth.
I want to hear your voice.
It sounded fine.
My voice? It sounded fine.

I could feel my heartbeat taking me down
And for the moment, I would sleep alright.
I'm feigning with a selfish fear
To keep me up another restless night.
Another restless night...

The blood was dry. I was sober.
The feeling of audible cracks...
And I could tell it was over
From the curtains that hung from your neck...

And I realized right then you were perfect,
With my teeth ripping out of my head...
And it looked like a painting I once knew
Back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact.

To have praid for what I thought were angels
Ended up being ambulances...
And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter:
She was crying inside your stomach...

And I felt love again...