Beauty - Cecil Otter

Now this is one for the history books

The one that misery took a hold of and showed no love to

Now we told you we loved you, showed you the upkeep

Showed you these still waters run deep

But it doesn’t come cheap cause there wasn’t one week

Of that whole speak easy cry hard

That just repeats, repeats and by large

Was just full of deceit, so here’s your receipt

It’s free of charge, it’s larger than the honor system

It’s so easy to barter when we offer wisdom

And our allegiance to keep you on the rhythm

Before the panic sets in and leads you off to prison

But you’re not in prison, sitting behind bars

We’re sitting inside bars and choosing to find scars

To scratch, crack, in a flash they reopen

We’ve come to patch holes that have been broken

And it seems so far away, so hard to make grow

So we congregate, so we can spill your heartache on the plate

So pour your heart out into a shot glass

Toast to the rocky past, hoist up your body and laugh

It’s all in the past, let’s put it out to pasture

And overcome that overdone foot-in-mouth disaster

We’ll put it all to shame, we’ll build another chapter

And spill another drink down the sink before you sink

So now your candle’s full of flame

Your winds wouldn’t change

It just stayed the same

It remained stagnant

So the few wrongs you made didn’t make you Mr. Right in any fashion

Now you’re just a distant light flashing

Getting some action to get a reaction

Out of her, she just split the scene laughing

You, not a word

And it will pass with all your petty pity me’s

So drop your hockey mask and machete for your killing spree

A little peace is all you need to get there

Spare the despair and watch this night vanish into thick air

It’s fair to want to hold her, it’s colder on the other side

It’s fair to want to cut her down, cut her down, sever ties

But there’s another owner of her loving now

It’s fair to want to hold her, it’s colder on the other side

It’s fair to want to cut her down, cut her down, sever ties

But there’s another owner of her loving now

We’re coming down with something, something like the never minds

So now you’re staring out the window

Playing that little, tiny fiddle

And you’re playing with the wind chimes

But you’re a bigger man now

That you’re bigger than planned

Don’t wanna see you sink and then vanish

And we don’t want to be the fish for your talons

And we won’t honor the deeds that sold the soul

From your cold half-dead hands holding onto madness

It’s madness, it’s madness