À la recherche from Station North by Baggypantsrich

Let me tell you what it's like to be lost for an entire life.
To be faded like white paper in the sun, there is no one with a gun to save me.

She was my beauty muse. I had on my dancing shoes.
But every time, she goes to the other guy. Now she's gone, the story of my love.

Dancing still, my ego is killed. Dancing dead in the dark, the wasteland lives in my head.
She was not my love affair. Run my fingers through her hair. I don't know how to feel.
And I don't want to peel away the layers of my dirty mind.

I spend my days in a daze looking at all of the ways I could die alone.
And still she believes she could love me in my dreams, I am the one who makes her come.

Dressing up with her makeup is the only way I can see a woman.
I use her toothbrush. I feel it in my mouth. It gives me a big rush.
Driving south in my bed I'm alone.

She was not my love affair.

• Rock
• bard
• glam folk
• Baltimore