Borrowed bad times from you past

I’m sitting restless in my chair.
Gazing briefly on my foot.
Understand that I’m alone,
when everybody’s going home.

Walking numb at shopping malls.
Sitting staring at the walls.
Felt my sorrow fly away,
when yours truly start to pray.

Left my feelings on your door.
You kept coming back for more.
Now I’m through with broken hearts.
Borrowed bad times from your past.

I washed my face in dirty mud.
Crashed the cooler for a bud.
I was aiming to get pissed,
you were never really missed

Grabbed my pistol from a bet.
Squized the trigger to forget.
Silence broke the border down,
when you were running in your gown.

Left my feelings on your door.
But you kept coming back for more.
Now I’m through with broken hearts.
Borrowed bad times from your past.

The future grew back in my mouth.
My feet were heading towards south.
No more empty shelfs to fill or fear.
– I’m at ease – the end is here!