One Hundred

When I catch a break I'll bring it home to you You can take the sharpest blade and cut off this here noose When my arms won't work When my eyes fall out I won't have a single thing to piss and moan about They'll always be you You and all your friends And how they each deserted you or did you desert them? I don't want to talk About it I'll just sing A hundred songs for someone who doesn't deserve a thing When all this snow melts I won't have a dream I can't latch the fingers to what I will finally be Removed from the words The sound of these dead streets The mirror images of home always thought I'd leave The sun is coming up I'm fighting gravity It seems there's always something new and someone always leaves The strength to sort this out May not be in me But I'll surround myself with open arms and smiley teeth I am losing grip right through their hands I am coming down down down