deplore

I might not be, all that I want to be

I've been a fool before, and I did things I deplore

But after you, if Shirley's gonna be a fool

But I'm feeling further from the end of war.

Deplored, ignored and rarely ever self assured.

Why does it seem like the ones who have everything have nothing inside?

You bore me to death

Well, deplore me

No, I don't give a shit

Indiscriminate absolute purging?

Do I have what it takes to be shepherd for everything that I deplore?

I can't stand this suffering anymore

Poetic outlet becomes a serpent

When it converges with all that I deplore

It's a miracle that I got this far

And life is to be redeemed in the hereafter, it's heaven where our rewards come

And if you affirm that that which you deplore, as you say

You are affirming the world which is our eternity of the moment

Timeless trade on a glitzy stage

Prying eyes that you deplore

The one reveal you can't afford

No nights are dark enough for those

That in despair their last fortunes deplore

Like death but shame disclose

And I know I shouldn't, but it's too much to ignore

An emotion I deplore

Every time I look at you

You asked my advice I say use the door

But you're still clinging to somebody you deplore

And now you want to use me for emotional blackmail

I remain enjoying a brew

Don't deplore my fondness for Fundador

You know how a Fundador can lead to a few

Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell

So can you please cease to deplore my opposite, nay only way

For aeons I descended down

As I did wander on some foreign shore

I heard a lady and she did deplore

She wept aloud and to me did say

There's one thing I just have to confess

I hate and I despise and I deplore and detest

Tabloids and newspapers better known as the press

The other woman to explain

Her letters I deplore

I'm the flare inside your sorry dark eyes

I remain enjoying the view

Don't deplore my fondness for fundador

You know how a fundador can lead to a few

(You're so fabulously absolute)

I'm just somebody to deplore

Someone who doesn't know the score

Somewhere it's even warmer then the day you just spent

And you wish them away with deplore and lament

And you lie to your hands, you lie to your heart