That’s Life’s Contusions

Sitting in my car, fronting moves, thinking ‘bout you

Feeling sorry for myself,

but should be carrying for ya

Black Sunday escapades 

Night driving endless pains

 

For....

You make December spring 

You make the birds and rivers sing

You have the powers to repair my heartstrings 

Your the reason I don’t succumb to insanity 

(That will be the prequel to my life)

 

I’ve never ever seen anything as beautiful as your golden beams

I’ve always knew something ‘bout giving everything, to you

So let’s dance and sing to another never ending dream

(This is the abridged version of my life)

 

Your smile echoes distant spring 

and passion’s burning screams

I’ll never take anything that you haven’t already given me

(That was the sequel to my life)

 

(That will be the prequel to my life)

If I had another dream

(This is the abridged version of my life)

If I can change anything 

(That was the sequel to my life)

I would lift that burden from ya,

that nothingness that’s life’s contusions

(That’s life’s contusions, that’s life’s contusions)

 

Sitting under satin stars

Distant constellations of you dance far

Should go back to my car

But too drunk to go on

 

For....

You control my dreams

You take and brake everything

So be a darling

And spread your soul upon me 

 

(That will be the prequel to my life)

If I had another dream

(This is the abridged version of my life)

If I can change everything

(That was the sequel to my life)

I would lift that burden from ya,

that nothingness that’s life’s contusions

(The nothingness of life)

 

[Innocent brutality and violence,

instrumental and part-and-parcel to daily life?

Not if you transcend this nightmare 

To bring a different type of strife

To bring an end to life’s regrets of death,

pleasure, and sexual delight]

 

(Roses are blood red

Violence is you

Sugar makes you sneeze 

Life’s everlasting truth)

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