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Peak #1,175
Peak in subgenre #1,122
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November 07, 2007
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:08
Lyrics
it's my casual freedom
that has me love em and leave em
it's not that I don't need em
I do need em, well more like I need to be seekin
I leave eyes leakin with every treason I speak
switch the emotions on 'em like 4 seasons
in the span of a week
It starts out slow, lettin the infaptuation grow
till the point where it's ready to blow
then I spring on em and let the love explode
then the heat dies down on my little summer fling
and then I start to realize that they still cling
so my mind begins to float off again like autumn leaves
and when they chance an oppurtunity... to speak to me...
my replies as cold as a winter breeze
and figuritively speakin...
I spend money on them, hundreds in the course
of a month
cause these high's that I buy and bottles I imbibe
are just pricey methods
of forgettin them and all that I've done
and I hate myself for that, my innability to be attached
I'm a prisoner to this bottle because of the freedom I have
and these smokes that I choke down remind me of the throaty sounds
they evoke when I find their high flying hopes
and bring 'em back down to the ground
long winded apologies never seem to get the point across
that it has nothing to do with them, my heart
wanders because it's lost
this freedom has it's consequences, I sleep to a snipers dreams
the faces of the girls I leave scream
at me till dawn from the break of the early eve
so pardon me, miss, cause it seems I wear my heart in my jeans
I'm an animal if I'm anything, so it's just a product of my carnal being
understand the the tears they bleed leave me with a weakened constitution
it's karmic retribution for all the lies my body language threw them
maybe I'm emotionless, but my guess is that statements far from true
cause I felt sincere regret for a few of the cool girls my freedom
chose to lose
some say they envy me, and my ability to disattach
but that's nothing worth your jealousy unless you enjoy
pangs of guilt stabbin where your heart is at
I am this way because I am, god made himself a man
to teach these young ladies a little lesson
about the cruelty of the world and fate
and what to expect of their hands
and he'll reprimand me, I'm sure, when I reach the pearly gates
for all these one night stands with women pining for a second date
now I'm at the crossroads again, and I'll walk away without a word but a shrug
because there's not words worth saying when slaying the sapling seeds of love
but if they saw this man for what he is, they'd either pity or laugh at him
when they notice the mimes box of wordless freedom that he's trapped within
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