Twenty-Seven

I hope you didn't mind when I saw you
Turn into nothing less than nothing new
Before you wait to sleep it off.
How little is enough? What can you do?
Before you decide to make the last mistake
Withdraw away from us and say good-bye

To all but one that takes you
Puts you to rest

On twenty-seven street;
nothing will keep you warm,
Everything bring you harm,
Everything here fails you.
Now lying at your feet;
Everyone nails you.
Everyone worships you.
Everyone here fails you.

I can figure it out and it's all about to...
Turn into lack of wit on sinking ships
I might have jumped, but you jumped first.
Abandon ties that bind; there's no salvation here.
I'll surely miss the times when we were so depressed.
No I miss you, know I miss you.
And you are missing something

You take a rip and then you find
sedation some salvation
masochistic only point of view
Nothing is left to you;
Everyone speaks the truth.
Everyone here fails me.
Hope you didn't mind when I saw you.