| WINDOW SEAT....presidio
You're packed and ready and you've decided to fly So they book you a seat right next to the window You discreetly stare out of the window You have the symptoms of a talented boy How strange it must feel to awake in the morning To threats and to warnings How you're so easily recognized by the media I'll never know Did they see through your disguise just like I did Its starting to show You have the drama of an underworld spy Your daily dose keeps getting stronger The nights keep getting longer You keep the clues taped under your tongue Your daddy's thrills keep getting bigger As he teases and toys with the trigger There's demon in his eyes He's tried suicide 200 times I can't sympathize with you now, I'm busy Maybe some other time You have the distance of a rich little boy Not likely to know when you've been taken Abused or forsaken So keep the laugh track under your thumb You'll never know when you'll have to use it You'll be crying if you lose it You prevail, then crystalize I apologize, I, I never knew I never saw it in your eyes that the demon Was already in you Copyright protected |