Junkie Eyes
Black like the best, horror movie alleyway
Dark and shiny, like the wet tar,
On a side street parking lot
Full of hope, like a dog in the pound
But truly hopeless, cause i won't help
I don't cry for them, but i do cry
For the people they were, in a time before
I can't baby-sit the world, although i'd like to
A harsh reality that hurts me more every time
I'm sorry
There's dead flowers on the table
There's nothing like a junkies eyes
When there's dead flowers on the table
