Graceland

Oh, I am a shallow grave

I'm a holy ghost, whoa

I am that tidal wave that you'll miss most

Oh, so lonely, so sad

So vicious, so mad

Poor me, poor me

Well, I am that empty glass that your sipping on at home

Oh, I am that cigarette that your quitting on

Oh, so lonely, so sad

So vicious, so mad

Poor me, poor me

I like the steady rainfall, black and white movies

Whoa-oh getting used to the pain I felt in my youth

Oh, poor me, poor me

Poor me, poor me

Yeah, poor me, poor me

I'm a bad habit

That you can't shake, woah

I'm a hip swinger

Woah, I'm and earthquake

So lonely, so sad

So vicious, so mad

Poor me

Poor me, poor me

I am your Graceland

Oh, you're my saving grace, I swear

Only one man

Oh, I do things

So lonely, so sad

So vicious, so mad

Poor me

Poor me, poor me

I like the steady rainfall, black and white movies

Whoa-oh getting used to the pain I felt in my youth

Oh, poor me, poor me

Dear Allan

As much as it pains me to say

I really fell in love with you

Why is it so hard for you to find balance between love and music?

Why does loving me mean the death of you?

I've experienced it first hand, your ability to love something more than music

We've now created the things that haunt you the most

Please, allow yourself to love again

For it may do the opposite of what you fear

You told me once that you believed love creates respite of death

And I've struggled to understand the entrapment that you feel

Because I, too, fear death just as much as anyone else

Not just the physical sense of the word but in the idea of what death represents

Dreams and aspirations becoming finite

I never wanted to be your demon

But you have made me this way

Your lack of compassion feeds my obsession

I am your wolf

And you are the flavor that I will forever chase to taste again