Vintage Poetic Expression: Fool's Gold

I must admit, yes.. I am liquored
Thanks to my Bacardi superior Rum
But I also must say that I feel sensibly superior
I'm raising the bottle and having some fun

Yeah, I'm sure that nothing will be fixed
But sometimes things are better when they are blurry
Yeah, I'm sure tomorrow.. I'll feel guilty and sick
But I seek to gain a lil bliss from this ignorance glory



I revel in this here despondency
I tell ya.. I feel like the sadness brings me glee
Because melancholy feels like home to me
Im a fool for false gold, cant you see


You hear the sound
And you feel the feeling
You see the happiness
And if your dreaming..

Then at least you have the next night
I'm stapled to this pessimistic endless fight

All I am is my worst enemy
And sadly that is what makes me happy


I revel in this here despondency
I tell ya.. I feel like the sadness brings me glee
Because melancholy feels like home to me
I'm a fool for false gold, cant you see


The story has been written many times
Just look at these endless songs of misery
But I cling to these feelings so hard
Because they are the only real things that I've ever seen

At home I never received love
And now I know what is affection
But I grab hold of this darkness
Because otherwise..
I might be found with nothing left to mention


I revel in this here despondency
I tell ya.. I feel like the sadness brings me glee
Because melancholy feels like home to me
I'm a fool for false gold, cant you see