Cahill and the Ballroom Dancers

I want to share my secrets with a stranger
Boast about the night I died
Discuss her hazel iris
Overdosed on love gone awry

I want to make love to a stranger
The night goes by without review
She sits in the window crying
I feel renewed

I want to murder a stranger
Play with Gods power
I figure he can be a huge dick
So why can’t I

She told me things that made me love her
Shit I don’t want hear
Like she might be a mother
Her window disappears

The strangers become lovers
Together in times of need
When she feels the most unwanted
Is when I will spill my seed

Sit me down to try to find any real meaning
The list goes on and on
The blood that spills from your mouth is fading
I hope it’s this lie you die from