Michael

Ripe for the come down

I feel it in the feet, oh, I don't fear now

I've sunken past the sinking feeling

Mon Cherie

It seems to me

With this life ain't what you made it out to be

But I suppose I'll live it all the same

I find it funny

That men would sell their daughters off for money

While you ran off with empty pockets

So Daddy dearest, you'd hate to hear it

But I don't think that after all these years

You deserve the title or the blame

I bade the blue moon cometh

I long to fight for something

If just to prove

I'm not like you

I'm drinking coffee

Some nights, I drink too much till I get sloppy

Confessing to my empty room

That I can't say no

Though it hurts me so

And I hate myself and how I dare to hope

I'll figure it all out one of these days

Oh, I bade the blue moon cometh

I long to bleed for something

I follow through

I'm not like you, oh

I'm not like you, oh

I'm not like you, you

I'll say it plainly

Your name sticks to my tongue

I speak it bravely

It stirs my mind in quiet moments

Is this goodbye?

My eyes are dry

And I love you, though I can't remember why