Friday, October 07, 2005

Closet Bone

Closet Bone.
Trapped inside a cage, though it's invisible
Don't know who's up on you, really close
Kinda in the room , but not quite there
Call up Johnny Brown 'coz he's seemingly fine

And now you're crying
You're not really sure exactly why
But you've been trying
To get your life back again
Dying to keep what's left of you
You know you're better off without
more of Johnny in your mind

Told you that he'd treat you just right
That he'd take away your fears and kiss you goodnight
Called him everytime you felt the world on your back
But Johnny cannot be your life-source
No, he shouldn't be walkin' in your head
'Coz he is causing you to fade and..

Cry, you're not really sure exactly why
But try, to get your life back again
Dying to keep what's left of you
You know you're better off without
More of Johnny in your mind

He might seem relieving,sort of fly,
Convincingly amazing, satisfying
But reality says he is..
Deluding, deceiving, all in all an excavator
Bottom line's you need to leave him
Or let him silently kill you whole
You'll find the strength to live without
Johnny's con-elysium.

5 comments:

*jonified* said...

I'll buy a Mrs.Field's cookie for the 1st person to tell me who/what Johnny is. :)

Anonymous said...

Me of course for the sake of Mrs. Field's cookie.
DD

*jonified* said...

PERASAN!!!!!!!!!! no,it's NOT you,silly.. this song was written a LOOOONNNGGG time ago.haha..guess again.

cheneille said...

I KNOW!! ALCOHOL!! JOHNNY WALKER!! IZZIT IZZIT IZZIT?????

*jonified* said...

close..very close,cheneille..but not quite. although i must admit the idea of JohnnyWalker never crossed my mind but i like it..hehe..