(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
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
'm face down in the mud My eyes still bruised and purple While my heartbeat fills the gaps Between sporadic and failing gasps And I swear If I could take this knife out
The first time I saw a body bend that way I realized that we're more beautiful dead than alive Then, with bloodied flesh removed, your rib cage ripped
never met me. Come on. Let's go. You don't want to know what I know. If you make it home alright, your luck runs out the next night. Come on. Let'
rope So bite down Tell me how this concrete tastes And tell me for the last time that you're sorry So I can laugh out loud as I watch you Struggle
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
that I'll see to that He'll see to that It's impossible given the incident, Given his catatonic state, to imagine it playing out any other way He was
I dialed 911 a long time ago. Now I see how late they're reacting. Here shakes a former lover/husband And there lies the wife of a train wreck just waiting
down to this act Dont stop the heartbeat countine I know that I'm responsible for this, and I'll miss you Maybe in time, I'll find out what it is that
is beating the hell out of my best But I can take it (I can take it) The one thing that I'll never get Is how you turned out like all the rest But 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
On some nights you'll find me falling. I am formless, I am shapeless. And on some nights i am better left alone. You take it all in from some severed
run out of room for caring And bury hope with our useless hearts I'm digging graves for everyone And my hand is getting tired from Writing out this
It's all about the song in my head The one where the audience is all dead These days they're allowing Visitation to aid in my rehabilitation To make
: the kind that no amount of love, or human contact could ever mend. The patient was plagued by violent nightmares; terrible, deeply troubling dreams which one night
know it turns your blood to wine When you're moving so fine It's the boys night out You can run those lights You can leave them on bright It's the boys night out
'round your sister, it's the... The boys' night out. Hey there, buster, it's the indians after custer, it's the. The boys' night out. They're out to