Alisaura
Blue Crack Supplier
18-01-01
From gold to grey
the clouds all fade
The cracked and broken sun in a colourless sky
is burned onto the backs of my eyes
You lied about your bus ticket
Said you weren't from round here
Said you needed to get home
I still gave in - just in case
I was angry - I can't get a job, why should I give you money?
can't believe I fell for it
hate being lied to
I heard you talking...
"I don't feel comfortable shooting up in front of people..."
"It's not so cool when you're addicted..."
"I might try that - not have any tomorrow... tie me to the bed, I'll be right... she can look after me, give me cigarettes, coupla valiums... sleep through it... I'll be all right..."
I don't know how old you are,
could be 16
nearly looked 30
Suddenly I didn't feel so Bad
And all I felt was desperately sad.
So it wasn't for the bus - you still need it
You're still nice, still grateful -
I still helped
And you're trying to help yourself
The imaginary confrontations changed
From accusation
to understanding
I wanted to say -
I hope you got Home okay.
(Thank you U2, for songs like Bad and Running to Stand Still, otherwise I may never have seen things this way.)
From gold to grey
the clouds all fade
The cracked and broken sun in a colourless sky
is burned onto the backs of my eyes
You lied about your bus ticket
Said you weren't from round here
Said you needed to get home
I still gave in - just in case
I was angry - I can't get a job, why should I give you money?
can't believe I fell for it
hate being lied to
I heard you talking...
"I don't feel comfortable shooting up in front of people..."
"It's not so cool when you're addicted..."
"I might try that - not have any tomorrow... tie me to the bed, I'll be right... she can look after me, give me cigarettes, coupla valiums... sleep through it... I'll be all right..."
I don't know how old you are,
could be 16
nearly looked 30
Suddenly I didn't feel so Bad
And all I felt was desperately sad.
So it wasn't for the bus - you still need it
You're still nice, still grateful -
I still helped
And you're trying to help yourself
The imaginary confrontations changed
From accusation
to understanding
I wanted to say -
I hope you got Home okay.
(Thank you U2, for songs like Bad and Running to Stand Still, otherwise I may never have seen things this way.)
