Justine

It's cold living out here on my own, Like a half hearted lost rolling stone. My only home is alone. And belief is making a fool out of me, Cause I can't bring my heart to consume My doom to roam alone. Cause I'm fucked up and spent, And I'm trying to make sense of the way we've been living, Justine now that you've taken everything from me I must be a spectacle to see, Just a toy for you, To bat around when you're feeling down, Oh Justine. Well it's far from the bed where you slept to the floor, Where I spend my time when you're gone, I leave everything alone. And hope is a memory that keeps me alone, I refuse to believe that you're gone, There's no packing up, moving on. Because I'm fucked up and spent, And I'm trying to make sense of the pain that you're giving, Justine, now that you've taken everything from me, I must be a spectacle to see. I'm just a toy for you to bat around when you're feeling down, Oh Justine.