.5 Wonder(s) Of The World

i’m stuck, like a postage stamp
addressed too hell
with the girls that ‘go out’ in the dark
‘till you steal a light from somebody else
romeos & our hazy-heads trickin’ sweet juliets too bed
& oh my god
the headaches you must get from the weight of that crown
‘cos i can carry the world on my back but i’ll need a hand with ‘me’
& you know that i love ya i just took it back ‘cos it won’t mean a thing
till i’m back
till i’m back
home, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes
home, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdose
home, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wings
flying on
flying on
patient princes livin’ on dead phone lines
wished real hard too make it stop
ricochet off clubs to some bedroom to get by
‘flyin’ bullet’ love still splintering in my gut
‘cos i can carry the ‘world’ on my back but i’ll need a hand with ‘me’
& you know that i love ya i just took it back ‘cos it won’t mean a thing
till i’m back
till i’m back
home, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes
home, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdose
home, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wings
flying on
flying on
carousel heads on prescription meds
wedlocked to the bedposts of bestfriends
sinned in the chapel of my chest
we get baptized in sweat blood & piss
just corner-sitting coffins till we’re dead
find a vein & shoot the sunset
‘cos this see-thru boy won’t be missed
till i’m back
till i’m back
till i’m back
home, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes
home, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdose
home, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wings
flying on
flying on