Radio Static ©Laforge/Randall
He has become accustomed
To permanent hallucination
He lies down in a bed of roses
Awakens with a crown of thorns
This pain is indifferent to the sky
What would he give to forget
Can name your price to never have met
Despises this regret
She was honey in his mouth
Falling down a perpetual well
Daily life like white noise drives him
Losing a grip on what held his interest
Caught as he is in the cross-fire
Of emotions
Puts his fingers to his lips
Draws the outline of a kiss
Flashbacks like daggered postcards
He’s just grasping at straws
Sidewalks seem to ignore him
Because there’s no fixing a wasted heart
Falling down a perpetual well
Daily life like white noise drives him
Losing a grip on what held his interest
Caught as he is in the cross-fire
Of confusion
She told him
Made him a comic book hero
She used to hold him
Whispers and sighs
Breathless, took his breath away
Replaced the music by radio static
Falling down a perpetual well
Daily life like white noise drives him
Losing a grip on what held his interest
Caught as he is in the cross-fire
Of confusion
Breathless, took his breath away
She was such a good liar
Breathless, took his breath away
She was such a good liar