Dead Flowers I Don't See Anyone At All
Out by my corner winter has fallen under the gin you'll find me forever faking all types of clashes mixed up romances spacing around the guilt of whatever happened I don't see anyone at all the rest is feeling fine It means so much to feel this small except for the most time I sway where I want to fall when I got to I pick myself up to let you know that I need none of your loving, giving or caring perhaps I believe they're nothing to do with me I don't see anyone I fall down drunk each time I try at all Back at the corner the rain is falling again somedays seem to last as long as ten take me, to the station, and put me in I don;t want to pass through here again Maybe a gutter maybe a lover maybe a life of cheap wine and Bukowski bars and blisters, cocky sisters I don't even know what they mean to me
