SANTA MONICA
2004-02-04, 2:54 a.m.

I am still living with your ghost

lonely and dreaming of the west coast

I don't want to be your downtime

I don't want to be your stupid game

with my big black boots and an old suitcase

I do believe I'll find myself a new place

I don't want to be the bad guy

I don't want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore

I just want to see some palm trees

go and try to shake away this disease

we can live beside the ocean

leave the fire behind

swim out past the breakers

watch the world die

I am still dreaming of your face

hungry and hollow for all the things you took away

I don't want to be your good time

I don't want to be your fall-back crutch anymore

I'll walk right out into a brand new day

insane and rising in my own weird way

I don't want to be the bad guy

I don't want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore

I just want to feel some sunshine

I just want to find some place to be alone

we can live beside the ocean

leave the fire behind

swim out past the breakers

and watch the world die

life - death


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