EXCUSE by Danello, The Sad Surfer

Sitting on a grave of melatonin yesterday
I'm sipping on my champagne, I'm thirsty I'm free
Sitting on a roller coaster of emotional turmoil
Won't you be my chaperone with me?

Siting in a daze of the hazy maze cave of my brain
It's smoother than a newborn babe
It's spotless, it's clean
Now I'm in a scene where I'm staring at the blinding beams of the dual suns of Tatooine, but it doesn't bother me

All I want is an excuse
All I sought is no refusal
No remorse no interludes
All I want is an excuse

Now I'm with a queen and she's thinking of beheading me for the bastard's of Socrates are now walking free
Don't mean to make a scene but the drama just throttles me
and I bathe in it fervently and it won't let me be.

All I want is an excuse
All I sought is no refusal
No remorse no interludes
All I want is an excuse

I'm looking for you.
My sweet, sweet Excuse
I'm looking for you.
My sweet, sweet Excuse
I'm looking for you.
My sweet, sweet Excuse
I'm looking for you.
My sweet, sweet Excuse

• Rock
• alternative
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Randolph