Denim Dreams - Brendan Hendry

I was living in a magazin When you let your ladder down Jingle in your jeans There was glitter on the ground Gloss of freon air Bells were ringing out Shined teeth Grinding up the moon Nice dream Lying in your room I know you're not looking for love But are you still looking for me? Can you tell when you've had enough? When the light's out what do you see? Shined teeth Grinding up the moon Nice dream Lying in your room Shined teeth Grinding up the moon Nice dream Lying in your room

Denim Dan was a cowboy man And he dressed the part Look here now he can't stand From the breakin' in his heart Off the wagon again And all the trouble he's in Lord only knows where does he ever gets his start Is it from the miles that he's been Or the snares he tangles in Or the lonely ways of walkin' in his heart His smile smirked and smeared On his face and you can hear His actions askin' him Why being lonely ain't so hard Waking up in late morning light Lookin' for any vice in reach He learns his wicked ways From those who're supposed to teach He's off the wagon again He's pissed his last cowboy killers broken Lord only knows how he's standing on the strength of his own feet Is it from the miles that he's been Or the snares he tangles in Or the lonely ways of walkin' in his heart His smile smirked and smeared On his face and you can hear His actions askin' him Why being lonely ain't so hard There's a quiet time when all the wine Is gone along with his sobriety He's sleeping this one off, 'til tomorrow then it's on Again 'til he wakes up from this dream Denim Dan was a cowboy man And he drank the part Look here now he can't stand 'Cause being lonely ain't so hard

Funny how quickly you burnt out the flame Gave me a smoke signal, one shot to change But you're not making a lesson out of me Cause I found you weak, not traumatizing And I've always known I been this way But my heart is pure, you can't say the same Took the long way around to get here Better alone so get drunk on your tears And I don't care if you're happy now Cause I care more that I fuck with myself Not gonna give what you want from me I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty You really thought that I would come back As if you're the best thing that I've ever had God you must be out of your mind Thought I'd die without you, but I'm on fucking fire And I don't care if you're happy now Cause I care more that I fuck with myself Not gonna give what you want from me I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty It's not me, it's you Do I gotta spell it out for you Now it's your turn to cry You're history, goodbye And I don't care if you're happy now Cause I care more that I fuck with myself Not gonna give what you want from me I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty I'm feeling bratty

I'm gonna tell you that you'll like me So maybe you can finally see I'm more than a mouth, I am a body And I'm not just your blowjob dream Come over, come over late night caller I'm not a hotline, I am something Not sure you know me as something other Then being just your fantasy You can tell me what you want I won't reach for your heart I just wanna know where to start And after you leave you'll feel nothing for me But when you need me, I'll be in your dreams Come over, come over late night caller I'm not a hotline, I am something Not sure you know me as something other Then being just your fantasy Then being just your blowjob dream Then being in your fantasy Don't wanna know who you are Not your backseat star There's more to this, then you let on What is it that you feel? Are your emotions real? You can't come back to mine that void I can't heal You think I'm what you need, you can't possible believe I'm hanging up the phone This call's ending You know where I'll be Come over, come over late night caller I'm not a hotline, I am something Not sure you know me as something other Then being just your fantasy Then being just your blowjob dream Then being in your fantasy

I know where we are We're in your parent's basement Aren't you too old for this shit? Yet I'm here wasted Oh it is what it is Oh but I'm miserable at this And there I go judging One of my most loved traits I shouldn't care what you do But too little, too late Oh it is what it is Oh but I'm miserable at this