| NJC : Save the Lap Dance for Me | |
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Vin 12:57 am UTC 10/10/10 |
| I thought this title would get me a light-hearted song. The song had other ideas... Save the Lap Dance for Me Who is this person I’ve become? How did I wind up here? Light years beyond my glory days, a fraction of the man I thought I’d be, Wandering lost in a barren maze, littered with the bones of opportunity. And all the signs say “Quit while you’re behind” Except this one ahead that I just read, Says “Boy, the end is near.” My master plan’s been foiled hard, the blueprints torn asunder. My grand design’s been scribbled through and it seems its all that I can do To stare in wide-eyed, wasted wonder There’s a ghost in the machine And a devil in the details But I just might find a savior in my medicine chest. But I’m getting too far ahead For now I’m just right here. And Andrew Jackson’s asking you To do what you do best So darling won’t you save the lap dance for me? I’ll keep my hands beside myself And my face in your hair I’m only paying for a little taste of what I think my life’s been missing Before I disappear again into the cold and thinning air I wasted my parents’ college tuition, At least you’re here working for yours. Still shaking off that youthful glow, a future just as bright as you believe it to be. I wish I didn’t know what you don’t know, That a life can be a web of mediocrity. And every time I cast my eyes too high The heavens smack me down into the ground, Then slam and lock the doors. If I had a bridge its long since burnt, My ship has sailed and splintered. My safety net’s been ripped and chewed By the beast that waits to feast on you And see all our ambitions killed and interred. I’ve seen a gremlin on the wing And a fiend in all the fine print But I just might exorcise them in my Chevy’s exhaust. But I’m miles from my garage And only inches from your new tattoo So let me buy some hope from you, For all my other hopes are lost. So darling won’t you save the lap dance for me? I’ll only look you in the eye when you’re looking away. I’m only praying for a chance to waste This awful time that I’ve been killing, Before I stagger off into the unforgiving light of day. What went wrong? And who’s to blame? And please don’t give me my own name. And who do I direct all my objections to? And please don’t leave me hanging here, For the only American Dream I have right now is you. So darling won’t you save the lap dance for me? I can promise I won’t touch you, If you can swear that you won’t cry. I’ll never come this close to love again Without blowing all my money, But that’s allright this night is over, babe, and so am I. | |
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