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a little bit lost and a little bit lonely, a little bit cold here, a little bit of fear-- but i hold on and i feel strong and i know that I can; getting used to it, lit the fuse to it, like to know who i am; been talking to myself forever, yeah, and how i wish i knew me better, yeah, still sitting on a shelf and never, never seen the sun shine brighter, and it feels like me on a good day
drink down that gin and kerosene and come spit on bridges with me
heaven holds a sense of wonder and i wanted to believe that i'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides
i hope we feel like this forever-- forever? for ever-ever? for EVER-ever?
i'm a believer, nothing could be worse, all these imaginary friends
it won't end here, your faith has got to be greater than your fear
late night, come home, work sucks, i know; she left me roses by the stairs, surprises let me know she cares
love doesn't call, though, it has to be invited; i climb through the walls as if it never existed
loveless bedrooms filled with doom bring silent heartache july to june
real guys go for real down-to-mars girls
sometimes the only pay off for having any faith is when it's tested again and again, every day
tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
this is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end
walking down an icy grave leading to my schizophrenic father; weeping willow, won't you wallow louder? searching for my father's power
we drift deeper into the sound, life goes on; we drift deeper into the sound, feeling strong; so, bring it on; embrace me, surround me, as the rush comes
we're only young and naïve still, we require certain skills; the mood, it changes like the wind, hard to control when it begins; the bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in-between; fall back in love eventually, yeah. can't help myself but count the flaws, claw my way out through these walls; one temporary escape, feel it start to permeate; we lie beneath the stars at night, our hands gripping each other tight; you keep my secrets, hope to die; promises, swear them to the sky
we seven kids, we almost died, nearly burnt to death by lightning strikes; instead there was hot pink flashes in the sky; we climbed the rocks in snow and rain in search of magic powers to heal our mother's pain
when the lights all went out, we watched our lives on the screen; i hate the ending, myself, but it started with an alright scene