Whatever floats your boat's your lifestyle choices
You take a little coke and ride white horses
But when I talk to you, I don't hear voices
I get a little life as if by proxy
I shouldn't be surprised you'd try and stop me
Forever it's real for you, not for me
I am a broken man and I won't make a fuss
I will be gone
Live while you miss me
My love
In writing from the edge your correspondent
He won't let you forget that he's despondent
But you're unavailable for any comment
Just livin' for the day of our next encounter
I never found a way to live without her
I'm sorry to say it, I know it's a downer
The provocation of desire's often mundane
Never complain
Never explain
My love