Maybe It Would Be Fun

You appear like a mirage on a New York street, hungover and striding towards me.
How is it that you have kidnapped me fullu, fully, fully

God help me
I wish that you could stay
And I could stroke the pain away
use my body as a bandage
I tell myself I'm not like that any more
At least I thought I was less savage
I try, I try, I try, I try, I try to do less damage

And somy head is turned again
By someone breaking before me,
They see I'm cracked too
So they cannot ignore me
Of course you would adore me
And maybe it would be fun
Before you totally destroyed me
Oh you're just like my father,
And his father before him,
Drunk and charming and writhing in your own skin