2005-02-23 - 9:06 p.m.
i'd seen him despondant a few times as of late. sometimes the answer that love gives is that hardest one to take. i know he was prone to paint the voice of his own fear, so vincent he picked up the blade, and he put it to his ear.
look at yourself in the mirror: you're all rumpled, red, stubbled, and gaunt; you walk a deadend path in a dry cornfield - and now this morose response... your princess, she don't want to see you... your princess she don't want to hear... so, vincent, he picked up the blade and he put it to his ear. now look, if you're gonna come around here and say those sort of things, you'd better take a few on the chin; talking about love and all that stuff, you'd better bring your thickest skin. sometimes you can't please everyone. sometimes you can't please anyone at all. you sew your heart onto your sleeve and wait for the axe to fall.
you there, with the paint box, you, with your paper and pen... me, i've got this blunt instrument i'm going to play on till the end. and you know you come with empty hands or you don't come at all. you deal your best hand out in the marketplace and let the chips fall... the package comes wrapped up (there is a lesson here), vincent picked up the blade and put it to his ear... now, look, if you're gonna come around here and say those sort of things, you're gonna take a few on the chin. talking about sin and redemption, you'd better wear your thickest skin. sometimes you can't please everyone. some times you can't please anyone at all. you sew your heart onto your sleeve and wait for the axe to fall.
"skin" by the vigilantes of love
