twisted mystery


are you gonna roll your eyes at me?
i guess that's what stings
cuz i only came to help
myself
to everything

do you wanna take a shot at me?
well, you'll have to hit yourself
cuz i'm hiding in your head
and i'm having fun in hell

you could make a chain around the world
if you gathered up the girls

with a bruise in the shape of my personality
a scar from the barbs in the jagged fallacy
a crude little letch that is trapped inside of me
it's a twisted mystery

a forced apology
married to a melody
makes "sorry" sound so sweet
and easy to repeat

i'm sorry, can't you tell?
no neither can i
or anybody else
and it makes me wanna cry

maybe i would if i knew how
but i'm busy drinking now

with a bruise in the shape of my personality
a scar from the barbs in the jagged fallacy
a crude little letch that is trapped inside of me
it's a twisted mystery

All Songs © Copyright 2007 Stuart Davis