Good Luck, Thomas

Thomas an only child scarred by the pavement
While he would stay inside and leave at night
And smoke cigarettes leave the girls hanging in closets
Of dark desires and defeat

Stroking the soles of his shoes on the street
Stroking the soles of his shoes on the street

Anna enriched with a mind of extacy
He could see nothing but her in between
The gaps in the ground the cracks in the pavement
The holes in his soul she would fill with the craving

She would fill with the craving

She talked to him daily but spoke only of maybe's
While the grooves slowly grew deeper
In the arms of he who is not really here
But always preoccupied in his mind full of fury and fear

He could feel his heart getting stabbed
By the silence of his own thoughts at night
Oh how he'd spite
And lose his shit while he shouts in the mic

Look at me
And my problems
He who sings of love but knows not of its premise

I don't need the attention
I just want to be mentioned
By you the lover in question
Anna I just need you to listen

At the end of the drought
There was something that Thomas figured out in his strife
That when you're just the one they cheat with
It forces you to hide, hide in real life

He knew then he'd lost the fight to himself he'd abide
He'd surrender to the civil twilight where he'd reside
And leave all his friends and family behind
For a life on the road where all the lovers are kind

And oh so temporary

He said I'm blind
I've been unhappy for a while
I am blind
But enough to see your smile

Through the fog and the smoke of this cold hard desire
Through the fog and the smoke of this cold hard desire

And he opened his door
And jumped in that streetcar
As if he'd lost the war to himself
His feelings went back on the shelf

And he rode off to meet his brothers