This puzzled look you stare to me says. "You put me back together". Her head's down, she waits impatiently. Scattered in my heart, torn up and ripped apart.
It's tuesday morning and there is nothing I'd rather do. Traffic Jams and Train Cars just to get to you. maybe we would walk around. just showing me your home town.
Just keep coughing, smoke another cigarette. Dream another big dream, just live and regret. So fuck the warning signs, I'm already dead inside. Dying for a feeling to say goodbye (say good night).
My voice is tired I can barely speak a whisper. These words clear our minds. And these broken bottles and glasses. Heal our lives. So drinks to the skies and blood to your eyes.
Long goodbyes and second chances. Forgiving all we fight for, forgetting all we lose. Cause we're losing it on the way things happen. Doing all we do to fill up the quiet.
somewhere beyond these unforgettable days. we can find it in ourselves to live our lives again. your misplaced in time, authoring your tragedy. but your dreams and lies.
The graveyard of all the songs that no one remembers,. There's a headstone for this one,. where I lay plastic flowers in the corner,. against a bush that soon overgrew it,.
And there's villians in their closets. and theives beneath their beds. And business men in mirrors. with guns against their heads. Stepstools beneath their ankles.
And did you ever wish you saved. all the lessons that you gave. cus I'll save them all to you. and did you ever hope our eyes. could be spared of all your lies.
summer nights are growing cold. august goodbyes are getting close. so lets leave all of the windows open tonight. leave us no choice but to cuddle close.
Now I'll keep reaching for a time. when all the heart we've put in. will find its way back to us. and fill our lives with feeling. Its a passion undescribed.
Another welcome conversation. To save me from myself. I think too much, i know. And i don't share in their addictions. But I'm an addict. For the melodrama.
I was down at the New Amsterdam. Staring at this yellow-haired girl. Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation. With this black-haired Flamenco dancer. . And she dances while his father plays guitar.
I never put much thought into the future. I lived day to day but honey that changed. And you should know by now. It's all because of you when i say. That I'm growing up to be a better person.
I feel deserted in her eyes. like I'm floating in red seas. set your sails, catch a breeze. Under early morning sky's. she drives far away from me. set your sails, set me free.
You're bumming the kids out. With your screaming take it outside. Recycling rope from all the noose's I've tied. I've emptied my stomach but I still feel sick.
You gotta wake yourself up. And see the life that you lead. Before you go down in flames. Think about the things you say. Every single one of your best traits.
You sat crossing your legs. outside on your front steps. Just as i was making my way home. I bummed a cigarette off of you. and asked "what you were doin alone?".
I'm a runner when it comes to being alone. I lost the race because you shoot 'em alive. I'm the same one that you taught. To keep my head in the light.
you dont want this anymore. cause there is no sense in holding. to peace of mind thats stolen...... furthermore, opinions and thoughts of you. have turned into, maybe nothing of the kind.