Twenty-Seven

Hope you didn’t mind when I saw you
Turn into nothing less than nothing new
Before you wait to sleep it off
How little is enough, what can you do?
Before you decide to make the last mistake
Withdraw away from us and say goodbye
To all but one that takes you, puts you to rest
On twenty-seventh street nothing will keep you warm
Everything bring you harm, everything here fails you
Now lying at your feet, everyone nails you
Everyone worships you, everyone here fails you
I can figure it out and it’s all about to
Turn into lack of wit on sinking ships
I might have jumped but you jumped first
Abandon ties that bind, there’s no salvation here
I’d surely miss the times when we were so depressed
No, I miss you, no, I miss you
And you are missing something
You take a rip and then you find sedation some salvation
A masochistic only point of view
Nothing is left of you, everyone speaks the truth
Everyone here fails me
Hope you didn’t mind when I saw you