On Tour with Zykos

He gets close, but I choke
Take your shit
Take your clothes and get out of my home
Well I want to love me, or I want you long gone
You say your real name is John

Hey thanks John, go sing songs
Go rock on
Roll your crew on down the road to the next sold out show
Think you can get up above me
Well I want you to know
You're a figure of fun to everyone beneath lone-star neon blue broken sign
They wish they were you, like I wish you were mine
What a dumb thing to do
How come I shout "goodbye" when god knows I just want to
Make this white lie big enough to climb inside with you

Another day lost and gone
Clipping pages from the news for the senators son
Well he just strolls through the lobby and glad hands everyone
Another day tossed and done

I go home take off clothes
Smoke a bowl
Watch a whole TV movie
I was supposed to be writing the most beautiful poems
And completely revealing
Divine mysteries up close
I can't say that I'm feeling that much at all
Twenty seven years old

I am discussed with desire by the guys who conspire at the only
Decent bar in town
And they drink MGD's
And they wish they had me like I wish I had fire
What a sad way to be
What a girl who got tired

So I wonder who you got your hooks in tonight
Was she happy to be hooked?
And on your arm did she feel alive?
Her head alright?