Yes I know, I'm an asshole... so what?
"The cracks in your face where the porcelain broke,
Somethings don't get better with age,
And I swear I'll remember every word that you spoke,
And the china you left in your place,
A litany of faces,
I'm number one counting backwards from one hundred,
And count on one hand the truths that you spoke,
And every lie you called romantic,
Given a choice between you and me,
You pick you and I'll pick me,
I'll never forget what you said when you left;
Every man for himself,
Your new dress fits well with a painted smile,
I hope there's no cracks at the seems,
And a modest appraisal of the things that you value,
Prove that something's worth more than mere dreams,
In my bedroom there's a wasteland wher ethe storycard broke,
And the darkness builds up from the floor,
Like walking through a minefield with both eyes closed,
At each step expecting the worst,
Bought random in panic,
What wasn't expected,
I don't think pain is romantic,
And at every step fall until it's a dull throb,
Yeah, sure--love conquers all." - Articles Of Faith
Those lyrics are amazing. If you don't already listen to Articles Of Faith check them out, they're frigging awesome.
"The cracks in your face where the porcelain broke,
Somethings don't get better with age,
And I swear I'll remember every word that you spoke,
And the china you left in your place,
A litany of faces,
I'm number one counting backwards from one hundred,
And count on one hand the truths that you spoke,
And every lie you called romantic,
Given a choice between you and me,
You pick you and I'll pick me,
I'll never forget what you said when you left;
Every man for himself,
Your new dress fits well with a painted smile,
I hope there's no cracks at the seems,
And a modest appraisal of the things that you value,
Prove that something's worth more than mere dreams,
In my bedroom there's a wasteland wher ethe storycard broke,
And the darkness builds up from the floor,
Like walking through a minefield with both eyes closed,
At each step expecting the worst,
Bought random in panic,
What wasn't expected,
I don't think pain is romantic,
And at every step fall until it's a dull throb,
Yeah, sure--love conquers all." - Articles Of Faith
Those lyrics are amazing. If you don't already listen to Articles Of Faith check them out, they're frigging awesome.
What do you consider hippie?