Point A To Point Blank

<p>So many songs about heart done wrong, about lost love's bitterness. Jilted Joes wrote your sing-a-longs, well I dare you to hum to this. "There are more fish in the sea" is the only truth for me. Then my feet get wet, my legs get weak, I start to sink, and then I start to think… </p><p>I'm goig down down down. It's burning in my head. I'm going down down down like a hunk of lead. But it go on on on. Better dread than dead. I'm going down down down from point A to point blank. </p><p>All you gearhead funnyboys switched Spock for Pebbles comps. You got all the groove and move of a full-up parking lot. I never worked on a car, but I sure know how to screw. You can keep playing dress up white trash I'll stick to being nude, Urbane and lewd. </p><p>What I want to say I know won't fit in a song. It's hate and sadness and a faith so long gone. Keeps me from sleeping nights or caring about the days. Then again it's short as the spot at the end of this empty phrase. </p><p>All the Betty Page pin-ups, All the silly love songs. All the cute Satan tattoos only hold up for so long. The only thing that lasts for me dies every day. Maybe you can make a point, But at the end you're at point blank.</p>