She didn't mean to deceive you, believe me But sometimes the hardest part is conceiving The good intentions that you had Now only came to this And
I'm anonymous, this I promise, and I'd rather love to keep it like this, You'd rather be there, in the distance, and fake this, that anyone remembers
Promise to keep these promises, I write but never read out loud. For their deafening sound, could shake the very ground, below the swollen clouds. If
I'll be the sea to your vacation, A subtle vocation, But I handle it well, I'll be the summer to your dress, The one I'd love best, If you didn't wear
And this is fleeting, This sick, sickness I'm seeking, With tire tread tired eyes, A crooked smile, You'd love, to defile. Don't let me down, With my
We'll take your blue eyes, and give them red lines, and purple rings around them, we'll take all your clothes, make you walk home, from a town you've
We'll plan to meet, At your parent's residence, I'll let my love for lechery, Take over me, and all my actions and all my words, But they so seldom occur
In the morning I'll be, Too tired to wake, From counting the constellations, I renamed, One for every mistake, They're all named after you, I've acquired
My spine can be, the piano keys, that your fingertips play, wide eyed as the ships collide, along the docks of the lower east side, and we're on this
Test your memory not about arithmetic or the things that you should already know it's 11:30 and it's too early to close your eyes just to say goodnight
Wake up, wake up, We can't keep sleeping on the job, I'm watching my neck for knives, You plant beneath my jaw, and when he receives, everything he needs
Please excuse the lateness of my reply, Don't hold this against me, Four years long and I don't need your company, Please excuse my lack of will to try
The moon is laughing to the beat, of our shoes pounding on the street, as we flee the scene, of our mockery, and how does it feel to, get the shit kicked
Translation: Southcott. Friendly Fire.
Translation: Southcott. Post March Third.
Translation: Southcott. Lifeboats For High Hopes.
Translation: Southcott. The October Tradition.
Translation: Southcott. We'll Take This Outside 1:17.
