monsvalentine

there ought to be a town somewhere named for how i feel. i could be the mayor down there and say 'welcome to sorryville.' it wouldnt be on a map no where. you might say that it dont exist. but if you make enough wrong turns, itd be hard to miss. there ought to a bridge somewhere they could dedicate to me. i'd probably come to the ceremony with a can of gasoline. walk on over to the other side where i'd light a match. sit and stare through the smoke and flames and wonder how i'm gonna get back. there oughta be a side show 'act' for freaks like me. i could be the star of the show with my name on the marquee. in a room with a big red button that says 'danger do not touch.' twice a day i'd mash it down, so you could watch me self-destruct. why do i do the things i do. was i born this way or am i self made fool. i shoot the lights and i curse the dark. i need your love but i break your heart. and i know the words that will bring you back but i dont say nothing as i watch you pack. i had to work to be the jerk ive come to be. it aint easy being me.