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| Oh in dark graveyards
We lurk and guard
These souls that we've reserved
These souls reserved for death
Oh, my, sorry, I left my acceptance speech in the back of the private car
And I rewrote the Hollywood ending, fluxed the motion picture screen
Made it so the pretty ones die in the opening scene.
Deify me just long enough to lose faith.
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| Blue, you radiant blue
I don't know how you can stand next to me
You, you talk like a noose
And only confuse my perplexity
Now that I'm so sad and not quite right
I could dance all night
I could dance all night
Shake your rattle-snake skin
And become a part of society
Wait on down the highway
To see how far I'll come a-run a-run run running
All that we had salvaged from the fire
Was a waste of time
(But) what a waste of time
Right when I convince myself that I can love and be loved, the world
around me collapses like a marathon runner who didn't pack a bottle of
Aquafina. So let me vomit up this empty heart, and leave brides unwed
and nights unspent.
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| I heard it from a friend
Happiness never happened
Sigh
A little dies
No more a child
Goodbye.
I've lived so many years, I've shed so many tears, but here's the worst of my fears: You'll keep my mind from being clear.
Oh let this blood melt
Oh what my love felt
Was best for me
The next to see
You die.
The next to see
Me die.
I wouldn't post so many lyrics, but I wouldn't want to pour out all of
my pain onto these pages, since they aren't paper like those notebooks
I draw in. My Mom came home today and said that she got fired, and that
it was my fault. I asked her why and she just said that she can't focus
on work when every day she comes home to a stupid kid who keeps her
from doing what she really wants. I didn't think it was my fault, but I
guess it is, since everything seems to be. So I'm sorry.
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| I don't miss you, I just think that you're gone, and that if you were back I could be better again. I want to reach into my veins and pull out all of the memories of you that still run through my blood.
This isn't the world I asked for, it's just the one that you made it become.
I found a library book about teen suicide and I think it's kind of funny how all of these people think that their lives are terrible and that they can kill themselves. Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows but Jesus. | | |
| It's okay if things don't work out
It's okay if you make me scream when I should shout
I don't mind living life with you or without
Just please be there for me when it all comes falling down
Oh I can't see too far but I've lived oh so many years
I can't feel anymore but I've gived you all of my tears
Please just leave me be, we won't work, that's what I'm betting
I haven't talked to you but I think you hate me already | | |
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