Twenty-seven

I hope you didn't mind when I saw you
Turn into nothing less
Than nothing new
Before you wait to sleep it off
How little is enough?
What can you do?
Before you decide to make the last mistake with draw
Away from us
And say good-bye
To all but one that takes you
Puts you to rest

On twenty-seven street nothing will keep you warm
Everything bring you harm
Everything here fails you
Now lying at your feet everyone nails you
Everyone worships you
Everyone here fails you

I can figure it out and it's all about to
Turn into lack of wit
On sinking ships
I might have jumped but you jumped first
Abandon ties that bind
There's no salvation here
I'd surely miss the times when we were so depressed
No I miss you
I know I miss you
And you are missing something You take a rip and then you
Find sedation some salvation
A masochistic only point of view
Nothing is left to you
Everyone speaks the truths
Everyone here fails me

Hope you didn't mind when I saw you