The octopus in your purse Is cursing like an evil sailor But remember the knife is worse For the additives of movie trailers If you want me to I?ll help
I don't have anything I gotta do all day Lie in bed and watch tv I don't have anything that I need to say I know that you're hurting too, I know you
sentiment lost in translation. there's a glitch in transmission. but i think it goes. i would die or kill anyone for you. and if they're there. i dare
i found this outside you. the road to your room is half as long as my list of regrets. i count my seconds inside you and struggle to find. instead i fall
and i don't want to say that i wasted my days chasing instead of catching keeping. wasting wishes on copper and stars. i'm wanting you to save me and
somewhere between where we say and we do. we knew. bottle back. quick with burn. to burn this away
we've watched the lines form in our faces and the smoke fall and break to code from our hands and a message missed was a message read we can never
put your hands all over me let it burn, let it seethe let it stain, let it bleed it's just a reminder that we both hurt more than we care to remember
poet i'm sick of your pretty lies. and it was about the song that sang of the shelves i wished you on. now sing along. and i used to wish my heart as
our histories, they hold no apologies and how we suffer what we can't, what we won't let go you sad little man, you scared little girl you're passing
lost somewhere in the bottle and song i bet on static to hold the rest together and i want it back what you've leveled with a glance i want a language
and we're all dying from what we cant touch and we've built shines of where we've laid we're only lying to say we'll lay there again so fuck your remember
(instrumental)
(its supposed to be a fucking catharsis a release from the daily grind)
your're all smoke and mirrors and i've caught to you and found you choking on chances of days dead and gone. old man your guns are rusted you've forgotten
it crept to me like a cancer in my sleep it gnawed the meat right from these bones and so it seems somewhere, somehow, the wonder was stole and the truths
oh mother, where'd you learn to get fucked like that? little brother's eyes should be wide but his head's been filled with shit the sins of our fathers
and we've slept where before we wouldn't stand, and we cant hide out hands because we've all smeared guilt across our faces, and we've lost beauty and
