scribble the sweetness concealed by your lips sending this promise that's clenched by your fist echoes falling short the distance all these efforts make
Cold stares that felt so warm with you I know everything has changed you shatter my confidence and now I see the logic break my breath runs dry everything
Inferior to the faces hanging over me. You choose to join them, I remain unaccepted. So what's left for us...paper mache conversations? So what is left
Lips seal into kisses of deception pouring glass down throats of unconditional love infected with untrustworthy schemes outlined in shadows lips seal
The plan revamped processed to fit the man grasp on to a vague notion that everything will be ok desperate heartless dragged down by a crippled will that
No compassion as I pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbelief. Disappointment slaps me in the face, I lose my ability to speak. This thoughtless acceptance
Turn the page, another chapter not much different from the others. Variety is not an issue, boredom is what you hate. I am what you hate...I am everything
hide behind politics hide behind policy this is the modern age so we got you on radar hide behind fences put up our best defenses this is the modern age
Dead air and red lips control my staggered speech. Another breath and my eyes no longer reach. Choking on the glass that you once saw me through. Shattered
Eyes glazed over, Another daylight dream cutting kisses from invisible lips. A ghost coexistent to the touch of fingertips. I have lost the my faith in
Winter hands, cold clasps, the memory filters into something lucid, a salty drop on my brow, a once brilliant residue now over rich, segments collide,
(Within my veins) When i think of you I can't help but think of blood. Blood spilled, blood shared with one another. You are my most distinguished fragment
Reflections stinging eyelids, subduing social vision Threading hollow motives and silence is the sound Throw this all away, remove these words past recognition
They stand alone, listlessly innocent with crimson soaked petals full blossomed and thorned. I'm burning all my roses tonight with intent to purify, Flames
Richard Adler Chorus: Nothing more to look forward to. Why were you so sweet? Nothing more to be living for. No longer can we meet, can we meet. Never
just fucking words Word for word? for word forward Word for word? for word forward Word for word? for word forward Word for word? for word forward Word for word? for word forward
Met a child of the Cosmos On the streets of Kanab He pointed the way and Answered the questions I had But a short cut through Utah Doesn?t really exist
Amount Due 84 Been delinquent a week or more What'll they'll do? Guess I'm gonna see Amount due 108 They're just gonna have to wait I'd send it if I had