A Day At The Fair - The Dude Abides

it's as if you started out on the front page paper newstand pixelated in black and white, this picture of you now is still beautiful somehow armed with a guy that's not me



tonight this candle will burn this to ashes and drink away problems still I seem to have this



the sight of your lips as they're locked onto his, now it's over, the way that his eyes are locked onto all that I have



it's as if I'm fading out, you're holding onto his hand still thinking that I'm alright, the thought of you right now is making me sick now holding the guy that's not me



glass half empty time more wasted just swallowing sights but my eyes can't taste this



this is me now, this is what you've done to me, I'm bent and bruised and I'm taking this away



this is me

I'm alone now, I don't need anyone