Follow your bliss, it reads on my chest.
I know
I got it tattooed for a reason.
I never thought that Chad could do something this stupid. Taking all of our money and turning me into a stripper. I'm up here on this pole because I can't make enough money at the theater or working as a waitress at Zanzabar, but couldn't this be a little easier? What would Paige say…
Why
can't I just hold it true?
'Cause I'm still crashing all the
funerals
Of these people that I never knew.
Yeah!
The
look on her face when I told her I was quitting…I never want to let
that go. I never want to pretend with her, or lie. But this is just
something I have to do. I'm
stuck in a coma, stuck in a never-ending sleep.
And some day I
will wake up and realize I made up everything.
If
Paige saw me like this, taking my cloths off for all of these men,
she wouldn't even think of why I'm doing this. She'd give me a
once over and I'd be out of her life once again. I
shut the door and turn all the lights out.
And listen to all the
songs that the night shouts.
They go something just like this...
The guy, Alan, at the bar with my manager, smiling so coyly. They don't understand what I feel. Even if they did I don't think they'd care very much.
So
go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin
and drink yourself to
happiness.
If
I quit, I'd be disappointing my mom more than ever, but if I lose
my soul here, I'll be disappointing Paige and myself. I've been
trying so hard since she left for Banting to better myself, and the
minute she comes back, I'm right here, gyrating against this pole
and pulling articles from my body, along with my heart. I'm
stuck in a coma, stuck in a never-ending sleep.
And some day I
will wake up and realize I made up everything.
And
tonight, I'll curl up in my bed, and cry myself to sleep. My mom
thinks I'm getting this money from a bistro? A Fancy bistro
wouldn't take someone like me. I can't even believe Paige takes
me. I'm such a screw up. We
can all hang ourselves from gold chandeliers.
And drink goodbye to
all, all the pain and fears.
Loose lips have sunk this ship, to a
shallow grave.
Washed up upon the rocks. I won't be saved. I won't
be saved.
They yell out cheers for 'Lex-tacy" over the load speaker, and I put a fake smile on my face. I pretend that I enjoyed myself as well, and they throw their money on the stage. I gather the endorsements and my cloths, not to mention my shattered self and head off the stage.
I'm
stuck in a coma, stuck in a never-ending sleep.
And some day I
will wake up and realize I gave up everything.
I turn around to see a beautiful blonde holding a half dozen roses. Tears are streaking her face, and when I move the curtain, I realize that this woman, is Paige…
When
she leaves, I can't help myself but to break down. (I
won't...) So follow your bliss, it reads on my chest. (...be
saved.)
(I won't...) I know I got it tattooed for a reason. (...be
saved.)
(I won't...) I shut the door and, turn all the lights out.
(...be saved.)
(I won't...) And listen to all the songs that the
night shouts. (...be saved.)
