I wrote a new song... and it is so photographic... and real... I feel like I am walking through ressurected memories... it is some serious shit...
She glances over, and lets her eyes just gently draw this in,
and she caves, and she cuts away at the roots of her of any childish ambition.
Shes giving up hope, brushes away the smoke, and welcomes the imminent, its intimate,
and yet still meaningless. While he is desperate for a sign, that they could be entwined,
and undermine his fleeting sense of self.
And she paints up her indifference, into a gorgeous evening gown, and then parades around,
to turn a head or two. Her taunting steps make him feel as if he was blessed,
while gently tearing his heart in two. And it's just too fucked up to bring up...
it's just too much for two people who mean so little.
She dances over and lets his eyes gently trace her skin, and he caves, and he kills the
torn and shredding roots oh his simple sense of hope... and he's learning to cope,
cuz he's been blowing smoke yet still trying to tell himself the sentiments were true...
and yet still meaningless. While she prays she's not giving signs
that they're both so far from alive... to reveal the fact,
that they're wading through this hell...
And she paints up her indifference, into a gorgeous evening gown, and then parades around,
to turn a head or two. Her taunting steps make him feel as if he was blessed,
while gently tearing his heart in two. And it's just too fucked up to bring up...
it's just too much for two people who mean so little.
and when the evening fades and she drinks until she hides her face, he slowly clicks the door in place,
and draws the flame to cigarette.
Set the car to drive, a mode to survive, returns home to where his thoughts shall thrive,
tomorrow, she's to shrug it off at best.
and the feelings stir within his chest... and he begins to sing... this song.
She's disgusted, and he's wounded...
he's bitter, and she's careless
and it drops from the gentle balance, and shatters on the floor.
a soldier, a drawn weapon, who trembles behind the trigger,
the hesitation, the dedication, a poison seeping through,
his eyes, and then forced through his veins, a cold... and bitter truth...
so just fucking kiss me. stop playing dead... and give me the remedy, instead of this fucking melody.
And she paints up her indifference, into a gorgeous evening gown, and then parades around,
to turn a head or two. Her taunting steps make him feel as if he was blessed,
while gently tearing his heart in two. And it's just too fucked up to bring up...
it's just too much for two people who mean so little.
fatigue fueling empty thoughts, we're nothing but disposable, we'll let carelessness fill empty space...
we never intend to meet the cost, feelings aren't imposable... the air is stale in this empty space...
and the look upon your empty face... I can see it's just to fucked up to bring up... it's just too little...to you.
She glances over, and lets her eyes just gently draw this in,
and she caves, and she cuts away at the roots of her of any childish ambition.
Shes giving up hope, brushes away the smoke, and welcomes the imminent, its intimate,
and yet still meaningless. While he is desperate for a sign, that they could be entwined,
and undermine his fleeting sense of self.
And she paints up her indifference, into a gorgeous evening gown, and then parades around,
to turn a head or two. Her taunting steps make him feel as if he was blessed,
while gently tearing his heart in two. And it's just too fucked up to bring up...
it's just too much for two people who mean so little.
She dances over and lets his eyes gently trace her skin, and he caves, and he kills the
torn and shredding roots oh his simple sense of hope... and he's learning to cope,
cuz he's been blowing smoke yet still trying to tell himself the sentiments were true...
and yet still meaningless. While she prays she's not giving signs
that they're both so far from alive... to reveal the fact,
that they're wading through this hell...
And she paints up her indifference, into a gorgeous evening gown, and then parades around,
to turn a head or two. Her taunting steps make him feel as if he was blessed,
while gently tearing his heart in two. And it's just too fucked up to bring up...
it's just too much for two people who mean so little.
and when the evening fades and she drinks until she hides her face, he slowly clicks the door in place,
and draws the flame to cigarette.
Set the car to drive, a mode to survive, returns home to where his thoughts shall thrive,
tomorrow, she's to shrug it off at best.
and the feelings stir within his chest... and he begins to sing... this song.
She's disgusted, and he's wounded...
he's bitter, and she's careless
and it drops from the gentle balance, and shatters on the floor.
a soldier, a drawn weapon, who trembles behind the trigger,
the hesitation, the dedication, a poison seeping through,
his eyes, and then forced through his veins, a cold... and bitter truth...
so just fucking kiss me. stop playing dead... and give me the remedy, instead of this fucking melody.
And she paints up her indifference, into a gorgeous evening gown, and then parades around,
to turn a head or two. Her taunting steps make him feel as if he was blessed,
while gently tearing his heart in two. And it's just too fucked up to bring up...
it's just too much for two people who mean so little.
fatigue fueling empty thoughts, we're nothing but disposable, we'll let carelessness fill empty space...
we never intend to meet the cost, feelings aren't imposable... the air is stale in this empty space...
and the look upon your empty face... I can see it's just to fucked up to bring up... it's just too little...to you.