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Curtains for certainPull me out of the crowd
and tell me the gossip
that was spilled across this crowed room
We trace lips with the grace of ships sinking
just to leave one another thinking
of how it
(should of been)
(could of been)
love is so subtle without the sin
We'll speak with words that we want to hear
and as midnight draws near we bother get caught up in a glance
and everything seemed all to clear
Destiny could be the end of me
while deja vu spells disaster for you
It's curtains for certain for our dearest
lovers and liars,
and its last call for our deepest of fears
but the last thing we want is a night with out tears
the finer parts of broadwayLips chizzled to perfection with a chainsaw
i bet you feel pretty now, but where does your heart lie?
So here i am just watch me give it my all
tearing all pictures that held these walls together by their seams
but ill pull some string and try and end things
leaving ths a cursed reahersal before the opening night
There will be beautiful sights mixed with spinning lights
while i drink my self into this gutter
I'll tell myself i'll be fine and that you were ment for broadway
heres a toast and ill meet you in the styx
live from the guillotineHere is stand , screaming my insides out at the setting sun
and as you fall asleep i sit
writing in bold letters
my heart climbs to my throat
Can you hear me?
Did my screams get carried to you on the horizon?
Push the air out of my lungs
and in this exhoustion my own shadow turns on me,
"you'll never have her, for you are as hollow as glass
and just as frai
love is an atomic bombIgnore the subtitles
and head right for the vitles.
I knew that depriving my self of oxygen
would lead to you letting me down again.
With the thickest of hearts
and our poor excuses for romantic starts
we'd end up separate
but somewhat equal in the end.
A ceremony we'll never attend
a love letter with a point to intend
that love shouldnt be something to send.
With the quickest of hearts
and our unforgettable favorite parts
we'd end up somewhat together
now and forever....
Escaping my escapesCan i be that lonely boy
escaping my escapes
with bottle in hand
(ill correct my mistakes)
Ive forgottn who i am
what ive had
and what has happened i carefully planned
I'll drink till the pain is gone
(till my heart lets its words stream down my cheaks)
I'll tip this bottle back till i forget every word to this song
(because the silence had a better melody all along)
I'll remember this like a car crash
in detail from tears to broken glass
Untitled pt. 2Keep selling me smiles
and keep your lips parted
so that everyone of your deniles
could replace your face
leaving behind a memory
in the form of a scar on my wrist
that i cant erase
(where you only a phase)
I know you liked it when i was wrapped around your finger
but i served a better purpose wrapped tight around your throat
(so heres the compromise)
I'll be nothing to you except the thorn in your side
(so heres where we part)
I'll be nothing more then a stitch on your heart
(severed all the ties)
heres the exchange of goodbyes
you wont have a part in the ending
because i know this wont be the last one ill be sending
is this starting to make sense
it does to me
because ive grown accustom to your absence...
My eyes closedI remember the day
when you said we were ment to be
and this kills for me to say
p.s you're dead to me.
So here us where love and desire
fall from my wrist
a part i wouldnt want you to miss
because im just proving to you that i exist.
Tonight is a night for chances
and I'd rather die
the to be one of your romances.
So ill have more to drink
and drive home with my eyes closed
and hope you're on that same stretch of road
you'll be he victim of a hit and run
but in all fairness im just returning the favor.
Who knew that blue eyes
could craft your demise.....
RemembranceCan you remember the first time
you caused my heart to flatline?
I remember it all to clear
like my greatest fall with out the fear.
Do you recall the day where everyword
chosen to say and every phrase we dropped
caused us to stay?
I keep this thought on repeat
a thought i wont let go, a thought i want to keep.
Can you think of the months
where we pulled the most unforgettable stunts?
Getting caught kissing under the stars
riding in the backseats of cars.
It was you and i running through summer shocking the world
stunning eveyone in sight.
We had the world as our stage but its time for us to take a bow......
BrokenPretty eye's and distant cries
her tear stained pillow mutes all her
Broken heart split seams by all means
a tragedy struck her with ease
Filled with lies an promising goodbyes
I can feel her pain and shes anything but thrilled
The akward wait, the mixtape for her escape with
the songs we sung the ones left undone.
Screaming turns to dreaming and her
feelings are left streaming down her cheaks.
While she sleeps I trace the words to her door
i've came to fix what happen before.
Every kiss laced with words unspoken
to mend ever piece i left broken.
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Slaves of the deadSlaves of the dead
to find another land,
but they couldn't stand the desert and the frost.
Some died, some returned.
For those who returned
the masters had prepared a special punishment.
Their memory was wiped off.
They became thieves,
without ever understanding why.
They just felt it was the right thing to do.
Red Light ReduxHaving a truck
Paint me red
Is the strangest feeling
I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen myself melt away
Like a mid-summer’s ice cream
While my personality screams
To be noticed. Every wall that once
Stood between me and reality
I am finally free.
Until they strapped me down
And sewed back my hands to my head.
My heart to my mouth.
My legs to the earth.
The taste of freedom
Rests gently on my tongue,
And I’ve been trying
To no avail.
Sea of silhouettesWith blue eyes
lost at sea.
It's so hard to find words that explain perfection
looking up at me.
Resting your head on my chest,
I start to confess,
"You're more precious then silver,
and as rare as gold."
Butterflies start to tear up my stomach
leaving me with urges that couldn't be controlled.
So we got closer where we could see eye to
asking ourselves if destiny was something we could deny.
In the silhouette of the blank tv screen
I tasted heaven and felt the clouds.
I've never felt this close to you,
not even in a dream.
you closer and I closed my eyes.
I finally reali
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