King St. Crawl

Skin so fair with her long blonde hair From an east beach home with four sets of stairs She does what she wants 'cause her parents don't care Where she goes He kills his days in the west part of town With ice in his veins and a slit in his brow He's one with his mates when they're driving around How they go They fell in love on a King Street crawl In a back left courthouse bathroom stall He went out to the bar he said come one, come all I believe I have found someone I can call my own And I'll be fine So I'll cry for the usual culprits of love Who are old and afraid or are made to give up On the world in an age where we've strayed from real touch And replaced it with words on a screen And I'll scream for a hell that those kids don't know Where it seemed all is well but I did not show I'm a ghost in a shell and my ghost is alone To make dreams of a world where I'm called but not on my own And I'll be fine I'll be fine Just fine But do you really want to be just fine I'll be fine I'll be fine Just fine Do you really want to be just fine