Piano Lyrics

Piano lyrics

Three times alone this week
I was suppose to be a rock star.
"I only beat
you when I'm drunk,
You're only pretty when you're crying."
We are
suppose to be the ones to set the air afire.
Three times alone this
week
I was made into a liar.

Whether (or not) I found the gold
I
never told.
Richer: I
brilliant white.
I.

I wear shoes that
move men from desert to riches.
Show me what you've got
and scratch it
because it itches.
Call me Chameleon
and extingish my fire.
Three
times alone this week
I was suppose to be a liar.

Maybe not.
Why
the stare?
Would I lie about that which I am scared?
What did I say to
you?
Step into
a pot of gold,
rejoice in fire
that which soon burns
gold.
What did I say to you?

I can't deny
The throat, the love,
sincerity,
I can't deny it
"I've got to keep my P.M.A."