"I gotta rush away," she said,. "I been to Boston before.. And anyways. This change I been feeling. Doesn't make the rain fall". . No big differences these days.
This is the sound of tooth against bone. Against cheering crowds and broken homes. This is the sound of tooth against bone. Against cheering crowds and broken homes.
Bolt the windows, and lock the doors.. There's gonna be a shit storm.. Of the life unlived, caused our scars and wind to blow.. Oh, oh, oh, it's terrible..
As I read through the list.. It made it seem easier to make the choices.. Choices made to stay half-way sane.. But when I walked through the room, I must have been lazier,.
So here's the sum of our parts. An overwhelming willingness to expire. And ugly hands that were built for breaking. The ugly second chance I'm taking.
The air tears at my skin. Robbing my veins of the life. I'd hoped to have. You killed a part of me tonight. And left the frozen air to finish the job.
Kiss me on the forhead angel. Before I go to sleep. I can't remember if its Thursday or December. I've been keeping track of days by counting hangovers.
If you were to ask me, how long I've been running for. I don't even think that I could answer. I just don't know anymore. I'm a sucker for weakness. And the blood covering my floor.
is it still you and me against the world? all i've got to lose are my teeth.. we're gonna throw it down together tonight. we're gonna burn this town to the.
I can't believe how smart you think you are. Do you even know I'm right behind you. And that I saw you stumble home?. Yeah, I was there when you took that breath.
The smell of her perfume. Struggles to cover everything,. Inside this ringing room. Though once subdued, the silence seems to sing. Whoa-oh, I told you so!.
Last call at the hospital. You slept through it all. And these four walls warn you. That your surgery, it might not be the key. To fix the memory of you and me.
old habits die hard, growing bitter from trying to be broken. while these comfortable routines are smothered with affection. well, i choose to switch between the two.
The first night after your released,. no one expects you to get much sleep.. Your the waking walking dead.. In my case, I'm not much better.. Walk through the kitchen and grab a marker..
When you wake up to white walls. And endless halls. There's an emptiness that echoes through it all. So sit back in your bed. With your mind medicated.
[Doctor:]. Test, check. Well, he's been released again today, and I'm going back where I started.. Looking over old notes, listening to tapes, wondering how bad I potentially messed up this time..
An I.O.U tattoo strung along the finer rips and tears of your heart. And it is there to keep you together while we're all falling apart. My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts.
(It's a good thing that I havn't slept in weeks. Because right now, it seems that times are hard for dreamers). I've got a broken neck sense of mortality.
You and me,. you know that we were always funny in a car crash sort of way.. Watch me bruise and bleed for you.. I always knew that I'd end up dead today. (today, today).
When you're left with only a bullet. I'll bring a trigger and a promise to pull it. I'll be the end of everyone who's ever entered your life. And taken pieces out of it.