My mother named me Casper after a ghost she watched as a child.
My middle name is Kevin after an uncle who was wild.
My tribe named me Sipiskomaapi as I was born very late at night.
My last name is adopted; it's not even worth the rite.
My lover called me 'Babe', but then my lover died.
My father calls me 'Kiddo', I'm still a baby in his eyes
My one friend calls me 'asshole', and another calls me 'rude'
A few people call me 'ex'; but ex is better than renewed
My boss calls me 'dependable' depending on the day
'lazy', 'weird', or 'freak', are names I've also heard him say
My doctor calls me out when I don't follow all his plans
My teacher calls me student, music passed from man to man
No one calls me hero, no one calls me nice
You can call me crazy yet better still just name a price
As long as it's far from nothing; I'll push and plead and strive
Because all of them call me something, it assures me I'm alive
I woke the same
As any other day except a voice was in my head
It said seize the day
Pull the trigger, drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads
The Day I Tried To Live
I stole a thousand beggars change
And gave it to the rich
The Day I Tried To Win
I Dangled From the Power Lines and
Let the Martyrs Stretch
Singing one more time around, I might do it
One More Time Around, I might make it
One More Time Around, I might do it
And I Tried to Live
The words you say
Never seem to live up to the ones inside your head
The lives we make
Never seem to get us anywhere but dead
The Day I Tried To Live
I wallowed in the blood and mud with all the other pigs
I Woke the Same As Any Other Day
You know I should have stayed in bed
And I Learned That I Was A Liar
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