Right, these are lyrics Iw rote which don's actually have a rhytham as such. I say as such, meaning, not at all. My cousin (btw frontman of the awesome upcoming band Losing Jane, please check out: www.myspace.com/losingjane) is working on it though. So ya...
Dancing eyes and flashing lights
Can’t breathe the roughage and the raw
Man on the corner throwing his weight around
Broken bottle at my feet
Shards split my shoes and remind me I’m in deep
CHORUS:
And it’s nothing how you said it’d be
All I see is Hell and maybe’s
You were the angel in my gutter
Come to raise my self-destruction
Take me high just to let go
And I swear that you were smiling
Dirty home is empty cold
Tell me I have somewhere else
Just like my old street shit-hole and fake stubble
But you’re gold where they can see
Spit on my shoes and remind me that you cheat
CHORUS
That café on that corner
Of that street where you saw me
And that song in the car on the motorway
Wannna cry or die or both
Tears on my shoes that remind me I am weak
CHORUS
The glass and the ridicule the crying has gone through
And the blood on my shoes
I am weak
And I swear that you were smiling