The Road Outside My House Is Paved With Good Intentions.
Another one gone before daylight with vodka half mass,
and a fire burning to warm the soul that's still left cold.
Chanting quotes inside the mind ruin this amazing mood,
how cruel the feelings that quarrel within an empty stomach.
Beating at the palish flesh lining what use to be humane.
And, I feel sometimes as if I'll spontaneously combust -
flying in a million different ways and thousands of pieces.
Breaking the thoughts of a role model I once followed,
with such good intentions - but that was broken long ago.
Along with the soul that's still left freezing to ice.
The feelings that I feel I just can't seem to comprehend,
loving the one that broke me way too many times.
Needing, wanting, infatuated with such an evil mess -
it's like I'm him, burning into flames with this anger.
And I can't seem to comprehend, no I just can't comprehend.
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions,
but it's lined with such evil and freezing ice that I can't walk,
I can't breath, I can't look you in the eyes to tell you the truth.
I've lived long enough to know what's what, and I'm telling you now.
I know this is love burning inside my inhumane, frozen soul.
It's churning, it's burning, it's rotting away everything I have.
It's pouring like a volcanic eruption - the tears falling harshly.
It's coming, I can tell you this - It's coming, the feelings within.
And, I feel sometimes as if I'll spontaneously combust into -
a million different ways and thousands of pieces, my darling.
