Devilish Delight


These bags under my eyes have been packed for quite awhile
Just like my thoughts of you are no longer kept on file
Your whiskey breath and cheap cigarette
What a waste of a good thing
And to think after all of this
Everything will mean nothing

Every painted picture you see in black and white
Every chance worth taking you never see the light
Your sorrow is your mistress of the drunken night
Dismay, despair, departure, what a devilish delight

You wasted away your talent
Your dreams
Your career
Left there with some empty bottles and the life that you should fear
You stay inside and smoke that cancer
Your silhouette has swallowed you whole
Elton John’s Tiny Dancer
Stuck in a water-less fish bowl

Every painted picture you see in black and white
Every chance worth taking you never see the light
Your sorrow is your mistress of the drunken night
Dismay, despair, departure, what a devilish delight

Your basket is no longer woven, but broken in the sun
As your future gasps for air after being shot down with a gun
The moon fades with the stars
Your clock has ticked off the wall
This is the path you crawled on
Prepare to take the fall

Every painted picture you see in black and white
Every chance worth taking you never see the light
Your sorrow is your mistress of the drunken night
Dismay, despair, departure, what a devilish delight

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