xWe were once great lovers of Romex
there's nothing left to say.
and all i've left to do
is run away from you.
she led me up
down
secrets i can't keep.
close your eyes and sleep
don't wait up for me.
hush now don't you speak
to me.
____________________
i've got to find a way to escape.
i've got to find another way...
no, don't speak
no, don't hum
no
don't even think of me
or the way i looked in white slips
again
maybe i was mistaken,
i thought the fall of the roman empire
was beautiful
and full of courageous reasons
to love
and be loved.
(i thought it was a fairy tale laced with poison,
that we would never have to compare notes with.)
but this tower we have built,
has turned into talc.
and Repunsel's hair is leeches and blood.
and Repunsel's hair is weakened and cut.
i no longer let my hair down,
for fear that my veins will collapse.
i no longer let my hair down
in hopes that my fucking veins will collapse
just like our love
just like our love
and maybe i heard the reason wrong
and maybe that fucking word doesn't equal "worth dying"
but i don't care either way.
i just don't fucking care.
because i'm giving up on this dream honey
i'm giving up on this life.
i've got no body on my side,
and that's everyone i need.
i've got nothing left inside,
and that means i've still got something to cut away and bleed
i've got a fucking borrowed needle
and a bad case of heart ache
i want you to fucking erase the days past and gone
i want you to fucking destroy the days passionate and loved
i want you to fucking dismantle the memories,
the centuries that our love has survived
i want you to play Juilet
but i won't be Romeo this time.
i will not lay down and die with you,
i want to die on my own.
i want you to erase the days
i want you to destroy those days
and maybe i am mistaken.
mistook you for a lover
but you let the emptiness turn into weight
you let this turn to ugliness and waste.
and i cannot stick around
to watch you turn me into words
and preconceptions
and definitions
and addiction
an example of life's lessons
and a silly girl
with arms silly and bruised.
you told me i was more
you told me i was more
and maybe i was mistaken.
i thought the sack of Rome was a lesson,
to never let your guard down and
take what you can before it all burns to ash.
because in the end we all burn to ash.
we will burn to ash.
and i'll leave this thing behind,
to blister in the heat
once mistaken for passion,
and burn in the flame
i once mistook for love.
and all i've left to do
is run away from you.
she led me up
down
secrets i can't keep.
close your eyes and sleep
don't wait up for me.
hush now don't you speak
to me.
____________________
i've got to find a way to escape.
i've got to find another way...
no, don't speak
no, don't hum
no
don't even think of me
or the way i looked in white slips
again
maybe i was mistaken,
i thought the fall of the roman empire
was beautiful
and full of courageous reasons
to love
and be loved.
(i thought it was a fairy tale laced with poison,
that we would never have to compare notes with.)
but this tower we have built,
has turned into talc.
and Repunsel's hair is leeches and blood.
and Repunsel's hair is weakened and cut.
i no longer let my hair down,
for fear that my veins will collapse.
i no longer let my hair down
in hopes that my fucking veins will collapse
just like our love
just like our love
and maybe i heard the reason wrong
and maybe that fucking word doesn't equal "worth dying"
but i don't care either way.
i just don't fucking care.
because i'm giving up on this dream honey
i'm giving up on this life.
i've got no body on my side,
and that's everyone i need.
i've got nothing left inside,
and that means i've still got something to cut away and bleed
i've got a fucking borrowed needle
and a bad case of heart ache
i want you to fucking erase the days past and gone
i want you to fucking destroy the days passionate and loved
i want you to fucking dismantle the memories,
the centuries that our love has survived
i want you to play Juilet
but i won't be Romeo this time.
i will not lay down and die with you,
i want to die on my own.
i want you to erase the days
i want you to destroy those days
and maybe i am mistaken.
mistook you for a lover
but you let the emptiness turn into weight
you let this turn to ugliness and waste.
and i cannot stick around
to watch you turn me into words
and preconceptions
and definitions
and addiction
an example of life's lessons
and a silly girl
with arms silly and bruised.
you told me i was more
you told me i was more
and maybe i was mistaken.
i thought the sack of Rome was a lesson,
to never let your guard down and
take what you can before it all burns to ash.
because in the end we all burn to ash.
we will burn to ash.
and i'll leave this thing behind,
to blister in the heat
once mistaken for passion,
and burn in the flame
i once mistook for love.