This is no real karma out anymore

I told you before

Those are your own convictions

Because I deserve to be dead

For the deeds I have done

Going beyond the thoughts in my head

I'm in love

With a young angel above

Who doesn't love me

In the sense of the word

And I'm breaking the heart

Of a damsel distressed

Who I showed my best

Then hid it right back away

Oh please let god be as forgiving

As all the rumors say

This life I like to call living

Is a burden these days

I don't know why I do the things that I do

But c'est la vie I do them to you

I came from your broken bedroom

Where you had the moon

Hanging decoratively in a frame

And walk where the winners

Are walking out to dance

And I leave you back down the road a-ways

I see you kiss a young man on his temple

And whisper nothings, breathed into his ears

Because he can look at you

With a longing and desire

That could never stay here

(As I gesture towards my heart)

Why, O why do they keep comedians

On my screen

To heal I need to holster my guns

Laughs just let me forget the pain I cause

While we both watch in distant, silent dreams

I'm a wreck with nervous vital signs

From my lines

Written on a postcard in St. Louis

That which, I mention was stolen

With the intention of making a formal apology

Maybe I need a lover

Closer to my age

That I can manipulate in healthier ways

But I smash things when they look too perfect

And if that is real

How can karma make me deserve it?