creepy

Chasing the hour glass nightly, I slam it till it’s gone

Wonder silently am I the only one wound this tightly

Eventually I gotta give, stop this dreaming, start to live

This battle ax is starting to make its mark

Leaving me blind as a deaf bat wearing ear muffs

No longer seeing straight, can’t seem to relate

Going out in public awkward, too creepy to get a date

It’s like the only thing that gets me past these crowds is booze

And then it seems I’m just acting loud and rude

But I really can’t complain, it’s worked damn well in the past

I’ve found the best loves of my life being a drunken ass

But I’m getting too old to still be acting like I have no class

I want that part of me dead, his life to pass

And no I’m not trying to hate, yeah those days were a blast

I’m just ready to grow and stop relying on an empty glass

I wanna meet a pretty girl dead sober

And still have the courage to ask if she’d like to come over

Lie like spoons and watch horror movies on my sofa

I’m not trying to rule your world; I just wanna get to know ya

These are the visions that now make me weak in my knees

Wanting to be part of a love that won’t break apart on me

Finding some love for myself inside this empty cart

So maybe things won’t always end with two broken hearts

And maybe it’s needy that I’m now so fixated on love

Like it’s a drug I use to erase the hold of old gloves

But it is and always was; yeah that is nothing new for me

It’s always been my only enjoyable reason for being

So till then I’ll lie in bed and pretend I’m sleeping

When actually I’m tossing and turning while day dreaming

Of my next dose of female attention, my favorite drug

The only side effect is I have a hard time falling out of love