Hopes of a Change
Thought about the things I miss about Sammy in the shower
Reconsidered and felt different by the time I was dressed
Never since have I had sunlit lovin’ in the kitchen
Or the way you thought your t-shirts fit me the best
When we’d drive a mile just to smoke a cigarette
Springtimes once held more for me than grief and regret
Sheer sheets of summer burgeoning heavy
Hot on our faces, thirst to be wet
Now I swim through lanes of traffic, the seasons never said goodbye before they left
Disappearing, like all the rest
Seeming so seldom changing, gone again gotta grow to expect
Disconnect, keep silent hopes in check, check
He said, I like your style
I said, I like your game
But I like the ladies
He said we should do this again another day
There’s always room to fall in a bathroom stall haunted by tequila and cocaine
Around the world we feel flaming words as flecks of spit upon our face
We’re just layin’ the same, layin’ the blame,
layin’ the same the same the same with hopes of a change
The helplessness of love or the hopelessness of not enough
I wonder which is worse, and how I’d rather make you hurt
I’ve been fading facing forward, failing in this place of order
I get so inarticulate, at least you get a sense of it
The first time we drove a mile just to sit on the hood and light a cigarette
Forgot the fire, went and got higher, and sat on your porch with the ghosts of regret
Beyond your only choke and my sure shaken slope you saw a beauty that hasn’t been replicated yet
But aw it all goes to hell, that beauty’s shell shocked to sell
never knew it wouldn’t be like this with all the rest
Convoluted, misconstrued, forgotten fists to the chest
Forgot to breathe, forgot that need that aches for what’s next
Too scared for prayer, forgot to even check, check, check, check
He said, I like your style
I said, I like your game
But I like the ladies
He said we should do this again another day
There’s always room to fall in a bathroom stall haunted by tequila and cocaine
Around the world we feel flaming words as flecks of spit upon our face
We’re just layin’ the same, layin’ the blame,
layin’ the same the same the same with hopes of a change
I like your smile
I like your fame
I’ve always fell flat fast for a maybe so save me a seat where there’s hell to pay
There’ll soon be too small a savings to shackle the sinning savior at bay
Turning tricks on the casket pricks so fantastic at the back of the neck, the spidey sense’s place
Layin’ the same, layin’ the blame,
layin’ the same the same the same with hopes of a change
The same, the same, the same, the same, the same, the same, the same, the same
with hopes of a change
