Too Good For My Own Good

A Work-In-Progress and short snapshot about a girl I jammed with at a concert, then never saw again.

Lyrics:
(Verse 1):

I took a night out from my home.
I thought it would beat being alone.
Some friends and I were goin' to see a show;
I'd be out 'til morning, but nobody would know.

I turn my key, I blink, I'm there.
I need my drink; the music blares.
Couple hundred shoes moving over the wood.
No, I don't wanna dance, 'cause I'm no good.

I'm just here to sip some Crown.
So what if it bogs me down?
So they're out of the Crown? I'll make it double Jack.
Need me something to quell my aching back.

I turn around inside my seat,
I scan the room, I feel the beat - 
I was trying to shut out the world like a fool,
eyes like emeralds glue me to my stool.

(Chorus 1):

She had dark brown hair woven by Sages,
her dress as shiny as the biggest stage is.
Suddenly, I can't turn back.
Man, you should have seen the way she wore that black.

Looking back, I guess I smiled,
she came and sat down with me for a while.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hand 
to start to pull me closer to her favorite band.

We banged our heads; we blew our voices.
If only I had made more stupid choices.
Suddenly, the past just stings.
Man, if I were braver, I'd have asked her things.

(Solo)

(Verse 2)

How do you make my knees so weak?
How do you make me want to speak?
How can you make me stare at you,
over everyone else that's in this room?

Is there something I could do
that would let me leave this place with you?
Do you know I'm amazed with how you move, 
and that you make me useless - I approve...

(Chorus 2)

of your dark lipstick and wild nature.
I wished to God that I'd up and date her.
Suddenly, I want you bad.
I couldn't just be happy with the one I had.

She's got my heart in her makeup casket
I put my eggs in a burning basket
If I knew then what I know now
I'd find a way to tell her how I felt somehow

I need someone at least half that crazy
There ain't a single chance in hell she'd take me,
but maybe I'll see her again,
the living, breathing Goddess made of porcelain.

I let her slip and I regret it.
What are the chances that I can forget it?
Finally, the worst of shames:
Both of us were far too gone to ask for names.

(Fin. Al. Coda)

Goddess

A walking tune with a call to action for near and far.

CBIbanez