The Mike Show

 

Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmation, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot

Well, life is (too short), so love the one you got
'Cause you might get runover or you might get shot
never start no static just get it off my chest Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest

Take a small example, take a tip from me
Take all of your money, give it all to charity
Love is what I got
It's within my reach
And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach
It all comes back to you, you'll finally get what you deserve
Try and test that you're bound to get served
Love's what I got
Don't start a riot
You'll feel it when the dance gets hot

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got

(That's) why I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot
Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock
Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same
Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I got

 

Breaking down,
a tear forms in my eye,
as I remember the times we had-
to me it didn’t matter
if they were good or bad,
as long as I was with you.
I’ll always remember your smile
or running my fingers through your hair,
and that morning that I woke up,
and you were not there-
The time we took that road-trip
going absolutely no where,
but as long as you were by my side
I didn’t really care.
I’ll remember the times you cried
and how I comforted you through and through,
and how I’d drive through the night
just to be with you.
How you changed me into something better
than someone filled with hate;
you were someone who, my problems, I could relate.
But now you’re gone and I feel so empty inside
That happy person you helped create
has once again died.
I know I’ll never again hold you in my arms,
always being there with you, or
protecting you from all harm.
You see, you meant the world to me.
You gave me something to live for,
and now that you’ve left my side
I see no hope for anything more.
I’ll always love you.

Have you ever gone to sleep,
knowing that no one will care if you wake up?
Have you ever gotten so sick of yourself, hearing your own voice,
that you’ve given up speaking?
Even to the point small talk is a chore?
Trouble making eye-contact,
afraid of how the other perceives you?
Putting on a disguise
trying to fool those around you
into thinking that you’re not afraid,
but inside you know you’re over compensating?
Has every miniscule accomplishment
been a ploy so you can think you know who you are?
Inside the want of giving up surges-
just wanting to be accepted,
and not alone.
Is this really the “miracle of life”?
Continuously building yourself up,
only to have it all destroyed
like sand-castles in the tide?
The entire journey you’ve had nothing real,
no one to turn to or relate?
We create goals to give ourselves something,
something to strive for-
but what if our future appears empty to us?
What is left to accomplish then?
Closed eyes, open eyes,
it doesn’t matter-
all I see is nothing, past, future, present.
I have no one waiting for me,
longing for me-
it’s obvious when you have no one at your door.
I wish I could keep my head straight,
but until that day,
I’ll keep myself company,
all the while losing my sanity..