Buck 65 - Corrugated Tin Facade

You look at this mess, he thought he was cheatin' god,
she leaves in the autumn, his face like a beaten dog,
now he's become everything that you hate,
now he's just in time to be too late,
his friends are like snowflakes, his lies are confessions,
behold the old man in his ruined possessions,
he can't play guitar, but he does try very hard,
pens from hotel rooms, old library card,
photos and whatnots, blood in his boots,
the sun in his eyes, anchor instead of roots,
clocks on every wall, fish in the ocean,
solitude, faith, suspicion, commotion,
the hole in his stomach tastes like words,
he dreams and imagines his face like hers,
he knows he can't live without his greatest fears,
and nothing's more beautiful than a woman's tears,

cardboard boxes full of regrets,
he feeds his remorse like you feed your pets,
voices in his head that all said live a day,
but the look in his eyes makes him a dead giveaway,
the bow that he breaks, the line that he draws,
he fell in love with the ugliness that nobody saw,
as close as he came, as far as he stood,
he loved her with his mouth, as hard as he could,
most be people change when they enter the door,
they walk home from work and remember the war,
he's diggin' a ditch and spent the day pilin',
dirt 'til it hurt, and went away smilin',
alone and heartbroken, just the way he likes it,
only the loneliness knows him wholly,
and nothing seems to work, wrong everywhere,
he watches her brushing, her long heavy hair,




Today's Music
Buck 65 - Corrugate Tin Facade