The sweet taste of disdain
In the course of remorse got me thinking,
“How am I gonna back it up?
I been down on my luck all this time”
A quick dismiss with a kiss
And a pat on the back
In the cab which we were finally able to hunt down
Acting insane in mundane situations got us through the night
I copped an earful of your attitude
In the dead of the night
There’s no way I’m coming back
If you treat me like that, no way, no way
Ah, I don’t wanna go
But I’ll probably have to
Ah, I don’t wanna leave
When them plans they undid
Broken glass feels insidious
Rapidly bathing in insipid deliriousness
Blinding headlights exciting, inviting
And shamelessly reeling and dealing and feeling delirium!
Ah, I don’t wanna go
But I’ll probably have to
Ah, I don’t wanna leave
© 2011 Dan Webb
