promenade

there was smoke in the air, when it came around and saw, he was really alone, memories look like blood in the water, sweeter than pain, just like confetti in the rain, he was known for his bed side manner, he wanted to believe, that people only hear what they see, he had a good time being the bad guy, he didn't wanna understand why, that old song makes him cry, i remember when it felt like, we were walking with god, little heaven when the sun goes down, walking hand in hand down on the promenade, he was alone in a dark room, overlooking the mall, with a gun in his hand, and no one to call, he was waiting for a reason, to fade and run, just like photos in a window, that turn blue in the sun, people used to call it a breakdown, now we've made a case to make it go away, people used to call it a mid-life crisis, he just sits there, looks at pictures of himself, from way back in the day, remember when it felt like, we were walking with god, getting stupid in a stolen car, making love in the garage behind the promenade, i think i need to slow down, i think i need to slow my roll, i need to put the gun down, i feel so lost, i feel so out of control, i broke myself in pieces to make my name, i broke those people dumb enough to get in my way, now i look in the mirror and i can't see me, i can't even swallow the world and still be hungry, remember when it felt like, we were walking with god, holding hands with my dad and my mom, walking in the life to see santa on the promenade, remember when it felt like, we were walking with god, remember when it felt like, we were walking with god, remember, remember, remember when it felt like, we were walking with god, remember when it felt like, we were walking with god