So Much For Everyone. Songtext

of a friend from my younger days,

didn't mind 'bout my selfish ways,

as he died i was miles away.

i hope he remembers how,

as i do when i look back now,

though he'd bark at the slightest sound,

would not bite for he knew not how.



and sometimes it's more than clear,

when morning comes early here,
and i know that the day is near,

wasted days make for wasted years.

now i'm vicious with appetite,

sobering half a mind,

dripping with stolen wine,

awoken by something i dreamt.



harboured by everything i have been witnessing.

postcards and daydreaming

get less embarrassing.

after the day is done,

i will be on the run -

so much for everyone, so much for everyone.

the showdown is endless here,

under the burning sun.

as eyes roll toward me now,

i will drop my gun.