Hiding in a Song

Honey I’m a hider

I never ever show my hell

You know I’m not a fighter

Keep my gun pointing at myself

I’ve been thinking real hard now

‘Bout all that you had to say

It got real black and nasty

I want to feel elastic

I close my eyes

Put the music real loud

It’s the only way I know

To ride this storm out

You can cry until the break of dawn

Keep screaming ’til your pretty voice is gone

I’m hiding in a song

Will we ever go back?

Back to heaven’s gate

Where one and all are dead right

Never carry their own weight

I’ve been thinking real hard now

‘Bout all that you had to say

I claim to be elastic

Snap… Nasty