Glamour Kills

Learning so much about commitment, that it has me flying solo. If hearts were the homeless they'd still sleep under newspapers that bare our headlines. They might appreciate them more though.

Every street corner is the same.. Just another chance to ask for direction.

Main street USA left me open.

Rumors, stories, covers. They're all beyond my concern. I'm just clawing my way towards something thats better than this.

Theres so much irony in the fact that when its all gone I'll inherit it all. I'd trade everything for one more shot from the start. I'm just the remains of a 2 for 1 deal gone bad.

I'm afraid of headlines and the way they falsely strip me of everything without notice. I just crave my pillow and your company.

I can't even connect with the Internet, yet alone with my heart. This is all written on cardboard paper that was supposed to teach me how to access the outside world, yet its all I have to capture this.

Your were nothing more than a prize fighter last night. The promoter has your check so just take the fall and collect. I never laced up my gloves anyway.