she had her self help books
her forked-split tongue and her dirty looks
frequent flyer in a downed plane
i see you're stranded here with the insane
where is it you're headed?
away from the pain of how empty your bed is?

i want sell you your dreams
i want to show you its just not what it seems
let's not rush but take our time
want to show you everything will be just fine

you'll be just fine
and you'll be mine

moving with the shadows
hiding out in bars, drinks and gallows
with this phantom limb
me and satan are hangin with a bottle of sin
and our ship has sprung a leak
we will surely sink while floating ****'s creek

sitting at home all alone
just waiting for a sound or a ring from the phone
it's all you really can do
when everyone else around has given up on you
and even though we dont have a car
i'd crawl to you, could careless how far
but ill just let things take it's course
like if skywalker never used the force
it's all i can really do
when everyone's given up on me too
so show me how you feel
so i can stay in this dream or get this to be real

i love it