Graceland

Well, I am a shallow grave I'm a holy ghost, whoa I am that tidal wave that you'll miss most Oh, so lonely, so sad So vicious, so mad Poor me, poor me Well, I am that empty glass that you're sipping on I am that cigarette that you're quitting on Oh, so lonely, so sad So vicious, so mad Poor me, poor me I like the steady rainfall, black and white movies Oh oh, getting used to the pain, I think I might use it Oh, poor me, poor me Poor me, poor me Yeah, poor me, poor me I'm a bad habit that you can't shake Oh, I'm a hip swinger Oh, I'm an earthquake So lonely, so sad So vicious, so mad Poor me, poor me, poor me I am your Graceland Oh, you're my saving grace, I swear I'm only one man Oh, I'm two-faced So lonely, so sad So vicious, so mad Poor me, poor me, poor me I like the steady rainfall, black and white movies Getting used to the pain, I think I might use it Oh, poor me, poor me Dear Allan As much as it pains me to say I really fell in love with you Why is it so hard for you to find balance between love and music? Why does loving me mean the death of you? I've experienced it first hand, your ability to love something more than music You've now created the things that'll haunt you the most Please, allow yourself to love again For it may do the opposite of what you fear You told me once that you believed love creates a respite of death And I've struggled to understand the entrapment that you feel Because I, too, fear death just as much as anyone else Not just the physical sense of the word But in the idea of what death represents Dreams and aspirations becoming finite I never wanted to be your demon But you have made me this way Your lack of compassion feeds my obsession I am your wolf and you are the flavor that I will forever chase to taste again