Post by Lavender Brown on Aug 18, 2007 13:31:31 GMT -5
the end result of so many meetings
late night diners with no one eating
we sit in corners and sip burnt coffee
count the tiles upon the ceiling
skip this pretense and cut straight to dying
don't beg me to keep your eyes from crying
you said so much without ever parting your lips
past three a.m. and still far from sleep
this is a habit that i can't break
and my only company
is skipping stones
the streetlights flicker like this match in my hand
the streetlights flicker like this match in my hand
the streetlights flicker like this match in my hand
begging to strike, begging to strike
and i keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving
flat out of change now, i'm sure you won't accept the charges
it's all the same 'cause by the morning i'll be halfway to
colorado or someplace like that
you said so much without ever parting your lips
past three a.m. and still far from sleep
this is a habit that i can't break
and my only company is skipping stones down this suburban street
she keeps on asking "do you think it hurts much to die?"
it's hurting so much more to stay alive now
she's gonna find out how much it hurts to die
she laced her perfume up with death
i feel it in my lungs
so i'll pull in the deepest breath
and drop my head
late night diners with no one eating
we sit in corners and sip burnt coffee
count the tiles upon the ceiling
skip this pretense and cut straight to dying
don't beg me to keep your eyes from crying
you said so much without ever parting your lips
past three a.m. and still far from sleep
this is a habit that i can't break
and my only company
is skipping stones
the streetlights flicker like this match in my hand
the streetlights flicker like this match in my hand
the streetlights flicker like this match in my hand
begging to strike, begging to strike
and i keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving
flat out of change now, i'm sure you won't accept the charges
it's all the same 'cause by the morning i'll be halfway to
colorado or someplace like that
you said so much without ever parting your lips
past three a.m. and still far from sleep
this is a habit that i can't break
and my only company is skipping stones down this suburban street
she keeps on asking "do you think it hurts much to die?"
it's hurting so much more to stay alive now
she's gonna find out how much it hurts to die
she laced her perfume up with death
i feel it in my lungs
so i'll pull in the deepest breath
and drop my head
I guess it's not too bad for me to say that I'm lonely, is it? Sure, I have some people to talk to, but it's not the same. People have changed so much since my sixth year. Either that or I'm the one who has changed and no one was kind enough to tell me about it. I feel pretty normal... just like I always have.
I just miss certain aspects of my life, I guess. There are parts that I wish I could cut out sometimes, but the memories are what pulls me through each day or makes me want to throw myself from the top of the Astronomy Tower. It's a daily flux, but I guess that's life.
Lyrics = Chloroform Perfume [From Autumn to Ashes]
[/size]
