Apr 27, 2006 01:14
So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope...
Please ignore this lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose it's only you.
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful.
Or don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
But how could I miscalculate... perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
If I can choose, it's only you.
�We're wrecking� and I'm dry like a drum...when you scream
so fine I'll leave... we're spent... we've got time and trials...
measured in miles... we slave for days (and weeks).
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose. It's only you.
But how could I miscalculate... perfect lies from a perfect dame.
If I can choose... it's only you.
this song has been rolling around in my head off and on for the last week...the parts in bold are so for emphasis, mostly cause those are the lines that i feel are the reason it is in my head...they hold some significance to me and my current situation on the "woman front", though the whole song fits it well...though i might feel that cause of my current mood. who knows...sure as hell not me.
fuck, i feel like i don't know anything anymore. where am i and where i am going are questions that are consantly on my mind, and it seems like the more it try to figure it out the more i have no fucking idea.
...for once in my life i think i might be afraid of living...