We’re good together
It’s ready to start
Will I jump over the moon
Or get kicked in the heart?
I hear a song playing
For me and for you
Is it Over the Rainbow?
Or Little Boy Blue?
I’m a little bit timid
If you’ll pardon my scars
Does this stairway go down
Or straight to the stars
I’ve been here before
And it didn’t end well
Will you be my salvation
Or my ticket to hell?
By Richard W. Bray
masochism is lots of fun
my psyche is a loaded gun
I maximize my agony
by blaming everything on me
masochism is really cool
a crackerjack survival tool
I got booze and chemistry
to lubricate my misery
masochism is my best friend
we’ll be together till the end
it puts my nerves on overdrive
and makes me feel so alive
by Richard W. Bray
Yeah, I did your girlfriend
But it wasn’t my fault
If you weren’t home early
We wouldn’t have gotten caught
Yeah, I crashed your car
But why you blaming me?
You locked your front door
But you didn’t hide your keys
I said, “I’ll always love you
You’re the only one I see”
I was loyal for a week
Which is pretty good for me
Everywhere I go
All the people I meet
They make do bad things
I steal, lie and cheat
It’s a crazy crooked world
And everyone is rotten
Doesn’t matter what you do
It will soon be forgotten
By Richard W. Bray
feelings are
so complicated
you got me
all agitated
my body is
so complicated
good to go
and activated
people are
so complicated
ain’t no two
the same created
reality
is complicated
everything just
detonated
love and life
are complicated
i wish my heart
was nickel-plated
by Richard W. Bray
You gave me your love
And I threw it down a drain
You should have paid attention
Never said I was sane
Tried to clear out my head
With a pound of cocaine
And a gallon of whiskey
Never said I was sane
I held up an army
Left a pretty big stain
They locked me up for good
Never said I was sane
They gave me some tests
To study my brain
I’m a wee bit psychotic
Never said I was sane
They got me breaking rocks
On a ball and chain
I’m just glad to stay busy
Never said I was sane
by Richard W. Bray
There’s a thousand times
I could have been better
I got angry
I said the wrong word
There’s a thousand ways
I could have been better
Didn’t ever show up
For your world
There’s a thousand things
I could have done better
I should’ve been
The guy you deserve
There’s a thousand ways
I could have been better
Now I know how low
It all can go
By Richard W. Bray
I’m
Glad
I met you when I did
I was
About
To flip my lid
I’m
Acting
Like a little kid
I’m
Glad
I met you when I did
I’m
Glad
I met you when I did
Cuz
I was
Keeping my heart hid
No more
Living
Off the grid
I’m
Glad
I met you when I did
by Richard W. Bray
When you can’t make it home
When you’re stuck in a rut
When the roads are frozen over
When everything is shut
When hope is mirage
When there’s torment in your gut
When the bridge gates fall
When you’re walking in the trees
When the world opens up
When your heart gets a squeeze
When you’re finally together
When you’re overwhelmed with ease
by Richard W. Bray
.
It’s time to have another drink
Might even take a little toke
Look for some women and some song
Until my sorry ass is broke
Life’s a second hand store
It’s a box of loose ends
I’m gonna feed my bloody heart
Dance like it’s never gonna end
The numbers don’t add up
And the figures don’t compute
This crazy old world
Is just a big crap shoot
Life’s a second hand store
It’s a box of loose ends
I’m gonna feed my bloody heart
Dance like it’s never gonna end
by Richard W. Bray
All my girlfriends say
I should forget you double-quick
You’re a cruel lying monster
And an evil little prick
You cracked me open
Like an egg
You poured my guts out
On the floor
You can grovel–you can beg
But I don’t
Love you anymore
I let you use my car
You stupid stinky little cheat
It smelled like cheap perfume
You left her panties on my seat
You cracked me open
Like an egg
You poured my guts out
On the floor
I just need
To stop the bleeding
Cuz you cut me to the core
Kicked my dog and slapped my Pa
You tried to f—k my friends
I gave the cops a statement
Now this nighmare’s gonna end
You cracked me open
Like an egg
You poured my guts out
On the floor
My tear ducts
All run dry
But I ain’t crying anymore
by Richard W. Bray
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