I hope this terrifies you. A moral suicide which burns inside you and it never lets you out until you realise you're knee deep, or buried alive in lies. It's alright to let it go. It's not too late to come back home. Life is cruel and cold sometimes, but please don't give up tonight. Your wounds can heal in time, the scars can be left behind. How did we get here? In a world full of maybes, where everything's changing, and everyone's going in different directions. Where everyone's crazy, I'm just trying to break free but the road just get's herder. Harder each day. I was lost and so confused, running circles around you. I thank the stars that I found my way now back to the simple things in life. Day to day, just getting by, counting sheep and highway signs. That's just fine. Can you hear me? Maybe I should sing more clearly. Somehow I need you near me. I just don't know how to say all these things. Now you've got me where my heart is. Tell me that you need this, tell me that you want this so badly it hurts. I'm so sorry I never meant to become such a cynical bot, but the world all around me is stealing my heart and wasting all my time. It seems like just yesterday when we would stay up late out on your front lawn talking about where we've been and all the places we're going. We would lose track of time watching cars pass us by and I would sneak back home before the sunrise and how everyday would seem so long and every night could go on. As I fall from grace, these are the times I'd like erased. Heavy hearted until you call my name; it sounds like church bells or the whistle of a train on a summer evening. I'll run to meet you, barefoot, barely breathing. This is hell, this is doom baby. I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought. Desire in my lips is precious to me, like air or blood or jewels that shine in the sky baby, or sweat that runs down your spine like a river. I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought. Desire in my lips is precious, precious to me. more than anything, all i have ever wanted is to be close to someone. more than anything, all i have ever wanted is to feel as if i wasn't alone. -a million little pieces I'm not saying I can't live without you, because I can. I'm just saying I don't want to. I don't know why we hang onto things we know we're better off letting go of. It's like we're scared to lose what we don't even really have. Some of us say that we'd rather have something than nothing at all. But the truth is, to have it half way, is harder than not having it at all.
Don't know if our fate's already sealed This day's spinning circus on a wheel I'm ill with the thought of your kiss Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips
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