on the c Songtext
von Miles Cooke

My heartbeat keeps pace with death
The wounded get the worst of it
Passion did the stutter step
Blessings putting half in
The other half left
I let the effort do what′s lacking
Disbelief be running wild through a pile of the dreams that I kept
The only thing I had was laughter Calling for the umpteenth to a disconnected landline
Hammered
Another round of drinks on Maslow
Awaken from the nightmare in style
Despair a waste of breath
Life's sweeter in denial
Bliss for the sweet summer child


Peace riding tandem with violence
Speak using silence
Heads in the sand multiplying
Break from the rank and file quietly
Yankee fitted for the night cap
Tequila chaser my demise unsurprisingly
My lungs taste the air of time
I swear everything is fine ′cause I don't have a lot and I don't need a lot
Plus coffees only five
I only had to split a dime to get it