volume/depth/feeling does it even matter?
you're not living unless theres a feeling in your chest
i'm too tired to scream today
save it for another time, maybe with you
or another change of clothes..who knows how long that could be?
don't bother to paint your face, nobody's looking anyways.
last week seemed better, or atleast what i remember of it,
what is there to remember anyways?
it's been to long since i spoke with anyone.
i'm too tired for that one, too.
being alone takes less energy,
maybe that's why i can handle it.
no reason to try harder, or laugh louder or not any.
you don't have any expectations for me,
why should i have any, either?
read that story, feel the romance?
they say the hero dies in the end.
whatever happens to his princess that he so gallantly died for and left behind?
it doesn't say.
if it were me, i'd cry.
but it wasn't.
watch me,
your sunday tie around my neck
i'll hang myself like mistletoe from your ceiling.
will you kiss me now?
i'll remember to do that tommorow.
maybe.
maybe i'll drink and pass out.
i don't know anyone anymore anyways.
parties are like beds, i get lost in them.
lead me into temptation -
i'll take your picture.
you'll be gone tommorow anyways.
it's always tommorow
and never now
there's never any time when your alone.
someday my prince might come.
maybe.
i'll enjoy my tower,
it's too tall for anyone
and i was always too small for you.
i'm not letting down my hair to day.
just go home and marry the other.
she's more insignifigant than i.
please don't call me.
please just call.
i need you,
or someone else.
whoever can hurt me the most.
nobody ever does.
i never really spoke with you.
i never really wanted to.
i never really will.
remember to regret that one later.
turn up the volume,
and take your mind off of my eyes
i'm watching you like i watch my pen's violent words.
you don't look at anything but your feet/hands.
maybe it was the salty look in your eyes.
or the perfect tilt in your head..
but i can't help but think that i'll
never know what it is to be that sad
instead of blank like the canvas that i can't paint.
art comes with emotion, what did you hear?
i guess i'll take a sleeping pill now
and medicate this:
my never-ending,non-existant statical romance.
i'm too tired to scream today
save it for another time, maybe with you
or another change of clothes..who knows how long that could be?
don't bother to paint your face, nobody's looking anyways.
last week seemed better, or atleast what i remember of it,
what is there to remember anyways?
it's been to long since i spoke with anyone.
i'm too tired for that one, too.
being alone takes less energy,
maybe that's why i can handle it.
no reason to try harder, or laugh louder or not any.
you don't have any expectations for me,
why should i have any, either?
read that story, feel the romance?
they say the hero dies in the end.
whatever happens to his princess that he so gallantly died for and left behind?
it doesn't say.
if it were me, i'd cry.
but it wasn't.
watch me,
your sunday tie around my neck
i'll hang myself like mistletoe from your ceiling.
will you kiss me now?
i'll remember to do that tommorow.
maybe.
maybe i'll drink and pass out.
i don't know anyone anymore anyways.
parties are like beds, i get lost in them.
lead me into temptation -
i'll take your picture.
you'll be gone tommorow anyways.
it's always tommorow
and never now
there's never any time when your alone.
someday my prince might come.
maybe.
i'll enjoy my tower,
it's too tall for anyone
and i was always too small for you.
i'm not letting down my hair to day.
just go home and marry the other.
she's more insignifigant than i.
please don't call me.
please just call.
i need you,
or someone else.
whoever can hurt me the most.
nobody ever does.
i never really spoke with you.
i never really wanted to.
i never really will.
remember to regret that one later.
turn up the volume,
and take your mind off of my eyes
i'm watching you like i watch my pen's violent words.
you don't look at anything but your feet/hands.
maybe it was the salty look in your eyes.
or the perfect tilt in your head..
but i can't help but think that i'll
never know what it is to be that sad
instead of blank like the canvas that i can't paint.
art comes with emotion, what did you hear?
i guess i'll take a sleeping pill now
and medicate this:
my never-ending,non-existant statical romance.