fools gold

by white horse

i know that you dont get it
things like this they tend to fade
even scars will lose thier color
as the blood just slips away

into the parts of me that need it
like my ego and my brain
never stopping to take notice
that that shit is just the same

i lack bravery and commitment
i just live around these rooms
talking in stupid rhythms
pressing myself next to you

hoping for some understanding
from a bunch of people i cant stand
and when they look me in the face
i know they just dont give a damn

because my dreams are meant for pillows
and my hands are meant for hips
and the world is more then silver
and its living on your lips