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Why do I keep doing this? Why do I keep desperately grabbing for what isn't there? That whole rant on 'grief', and 'loss', and the singular inability to possibly fill any voids left by the person lost, and yet what do I do? I keep beating my head against the door, I keep knocking, but it's not my home, anymore. I keep calling, but the number's changed, your voice has changed, everything's changed, now, and though I can wish, things can never be the same, again. I don't know that I'd want them to be the same...but haven't we learned our lessons? Or was I the only one who had to learn? You had your own trials and tribulations, I know this, I realize this...but I moved out. And you moved on.
"Look at me,
My depth-perception must be off, again,
'cause this hurts deeper then I thought it did,
It has not healed, with time.
It just shot down my spine.
You look so beautiful, tonight,
reminds me of when you laid me down,
gently smiled,
And then you destroyed my life.
Can you find it in your heart
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces.)
Can you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
Let me rest in pieces, pieces.
Look at me,
My depth-perception must be off, again,
You got much closer then I thought you did,
I'm in your reach, you held me in your hands.
Can you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces.)
Can you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces, pieces."
Saliva, "Rest in Pieces".
Yeah. That's about it. I can't really blame myself for the situation that I'm in. Better to blame the bullet for the kill, blame the fall for the death, blame the booze for the wreck. It's the other hand, (it's my hand) at the other end. It's my fault. My blame. I wanted more then I could give. I wanted to feel like we were in one place, like we were two people.
"Look at me,
My depth-perception must be off, again,
'cause this hurts deeper then I thought it did,
It has not healed, with time.
It just shot down my spine.
You look so beautiful, tonight,
reminds me of when you laid me down,
gently smiled,
And then you destroyed my life.
Can you find it in your heart
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces.)
Can you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
Let me rest in pieces, pieces.
Look at me,
My depth-perception must be off, again,
You got much closer then I thought you did,
I'm in your reach, you held me in your hands.
Can you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces.)
Can you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces, pieces."
Saliva, "Rest in Pieces".
Yeah. That's about it. I can't really blame myself for the situation that I'm in. Better to blame the bullet for the kill, blame the fall for the death, blame the booze for the wreck. It's the other hand, (it's my hand) at the other end. It's my fault. My blame. I wanted more then I could give. I wanted to feel like we were in one place, like we were two people.