Kissing A Fool
And the girl is out of town
I come home to an empty house
The telephone is all I have
When my plans don't work out
Mama says, don't let it get you down
Don't let it get you down
There's a club I can't get it
Every week it's the same thing
I get mad I want to cry
it's my skin they don't like
When my plans don't work out
Mama says, don't let it get you down
Don't let it get you down
Now my world don't look good
Not the way I know it should
And my time is running short
I didn't do all I ought
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Open wounds in the palms of my hands,
festering through infectious time.
I feel so faint as my life spills over you.
Backstep over glass as I repent.
I fear I cannot prevent myself from spilling your life all over me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
I'm premature in my decay.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Shards of glass swimming in my eyes.
A small voice in the back of my mind that's whispering words I never want to hear.
I pray that you won't hesitate,
as you watch me degenerate,
to reach in my wounds and extract all of my fear.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
I'm premature in my decay.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
I've been choking on my own blood.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
I've been choking; on my own blood!
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.