Policy of a fallen down stupid drunk by Bugs In Amber
I'm giving respect to the policy of falling down stupid drunk
For some reason this feels easier with the immature ad to blame
Someone-else for my pain.
I'm guilty resenting me for always wearing an easy heart
It constantly made way to my sleeve with an invite to tear it up.
Beat me up with my love.
I just shed my layers of clothes and sat down in the snow.
Pathetic pretend suicide for sympathy I tried.
Recalling all the bad thoughts I perceived of you
And I know I'm not entirely free from fault
But something had to give
Something did come over me
A sensible domain
Hypocrisy of shame
I run away from blame