Broadway Calls - Widly Swinging

Sleeping pills and vodka on a Friday night.
Wake in time to go to church on Sunday.
Despite reports of my collapse, I´m ok.
Thriving Winter, dying liver, empty mailbox, fucked speakers,
And I heard we finished last in the gimmick parade.
You draw the line.
I cross it every time you feel the need to remind me of where to be.
And it Works, you see, because you´re not like me.
As you live of hating others.
I´ll be singing with my brothers.
Waste your time on me.
Tear me down if you need.
You butt of the joke.
You´re against the ropes and wildly swinging.
Angry former lovers make my stomach knot.
I´m a failed writer mostly in the evenings.
Don´t like what you hear?
You´re the one that preaches, never hides feelings.
I dare you to dance to opinions of stowaways.
Waste your time on me.
Tear me down if you need.
We both live off being clever, but nothing last forever.