Lovesick Bastards

Street Lamps glow as beacons to home
Though the fog obscures and refracts the light
Almost as if the dove's sun were to come
To ring the neck of the raven's night
I am alone in this great atmosphere
Though in traveling I have no fear
Us lovesick bastards are all alike
Hollow embrace is our way out of here

Street Lamps glow as beacons to home
But that's the last place I'd like to go
The lying Shepherd of security
Will be the last thing I'll ever know
I am alone in this great atmosphere
As greatness is melancholic pain
As is the planet your eyes commandeer
Us lovesick bastards are all the same

(It's not real)

(FUCK)



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Pilat
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