V1:
I've fallen in a coma, another complicated delicacy
By the shorelines of Cape Cod in a moment of infidelity
Where my mind's a broken record and my heart's a damned hyperbole
And I promise I'm sober but all I want to do is take a drink
Since my soul's been abandoned like a penny on the side of the street
Taking tips out of coffee cans so my life can find a little meaning
There is no meaning from what I've seen.
Chorus:
Throw me to the wayside
Throw me to the wayside
It's time for me to forget
It's time for me to forget
And I'll drink 'til the day I die
Yeah, I'll drink 'til the day I die
'Cause I have to kill what's left
I have to kill what's left
V2:
A little idiosyncrasy, like a bite from a styrofoam cup
Yet another flawed perspective in the spirit of the young
With the residue of bold coffee and a level of distrust
And the taste of stale cigarettes resting on your tongue
Always scared of losing control or what will become
While falling into habits instead of falling in love
What the hell is love anyway?