connoisseur of great excuse

i dreamt of Damien sung me the song last night...

Of all the foolish things to do
I became a connoisseur of great excuse
And my pessimistic past the blame
Will never make this go away
Of all the foolish things I've said
That keep me sleepy almost dead
I'm sorry if I've let you down
My eyes were closed, they're open now
I'm waking up
I am waking up
I am waking up
I awake


Of course, it's Damien lamenting the song for his long lost love. They said you only appreciating the things you have until you lost it. Should i curse or weeping with him, that i don't know...


And this has all been said before
I've listened but then I ignored
My ears grew deaf
My head gave up
The junkie knows not when to stop
Of all the foolish alibis
The constipated push for why
I've had a blanket pulled over my eyes
Oh hush now baby don't you cry


If you love her you would try harder, Damien...