(no subject)
If I gave you pretty enough words
Could you paint a picture of us that works
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die
After all these images of pain
Have cut right through you
I will kiss every scar
And weep you are not alone
Then I'll show you that place in my chest
Where my heart still tries to beat
Could you paint a picture of us that works
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die
After all these images of pain
Have cut right through you
I will kiss every scar
And weep you are not alone
Then I'll show you that place in my chest
Where my heart still tries to beat