Shadow

curses, foiled again
guess i’ll go spend
more money on more nothing
spend more time on false loving
go on, go on with your life
go on with your husband or your lovely wife
don’t give me a second thought

just give me a drink, give me a shot,
give me the cure, a record to play,
a reason to stay, a bill to pay,
or anything to make me feel useful
give me some whiskey or a bottle of wine
give me something i won’t feel the passage of time
you could beat me up silly or give me a kiss
i won’t feel either one, so it don’t matter which

walking through my life like a shadow, through my shadow of a life
bottle of misery in my left hand, despair in my right
sometimes i sleep days and sometimes i sleep nights
it’s all the same to me anyway

some days i’m lucky and i can’t feel a thing
and i’ll make a new friend or i’ll break a new string
and it doesn’t mean much if i’m making or breaking
since no one seems to notice if i’m giving or taking
she said, “come to bed, and fuck me till i’m blue.”
i said, “why not, i don’t care about you.”
she seemed to like it, but i really couldn’t tell
and she kicked me out come morning and i hit the road, oh well

just walking through my life like a shadow, through my shadow of a life
bottle of misery in my left hand, despair in my right
sometimes i sleep nights and sometimes i sleep days
it doesn’t matter much to me anyway

dreaming is painful
awake is hell
i just stay in my bed
cause it still has your smell
fighting through my days
drowning in my love for you
hand in glove for you

will i be just a collection of stories
that you tell to your husband or people at parties
as they drink their champagne and laugh it up hearty
is that what i’ll be when i grow up?

to err is human, to suffer divine
i’ll wallow in yours if you’ll laugh at mine
but if you ignore me, well i guess that’s just fine
i’ve got my pen and a bottle of wine