i dont care if you dont care

to fall in love and fall in debt
to alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane
to keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine;

city of the dead
at the end of another lost highway
signs misleading to nowhere - city of the damned
lost children with dirty faces today
no one really seems to care;

dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
are we demented?
Or am i disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am i retarded?
Or am i just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and i stand accused
for lack of a better word and that's my best excuse;;

i don't feel any shame, i won't apologise
when there aint nowhere you can go
running away from pain when you've been victimized
tales from another broken home