To mayn sad songs on my playlist today. So you get to read parts of them.

Apr 07, 2006 23:29

-Almost Here- The Academy Is

Hey, hey now we're almost home.
I'm missing you to death, but to each his own.
Hey, hey we're not far from home.
I've got my pride, and I'll let you sleep tonight.

Hey, hey now we're almost home.
I'm missing you to death, but it's all for the best, I know.
Hey, hey we're not far from home.
I've got my pride, and I'll let you sleep tonight.

-Decembers- Hawthorne Heights

You don't have to speak because I can hear your heartbeat
Fluttering like butterflies searching for a drink
You don't have to cover up how you feel when your in love
I'll always know I'm not enough to even make you think

-Dead In The Water- Hawthorne Heights

She is in my bloodstream, tonight she's draining me
The room is filled with reds and blues
I follow as she leads into the darkness
Drying up my veins, she's a ghost, a silhouette
Calling out my name

These lies will fall into the pieces I left you
Of your favorite picture torn in two
I never thought we'd end up this way
You are the worst, I am to blame

-Don't Call Me Peanut- Bayside

And when I see her
I'll tell her what's been on my mind
all these sleepless nights.
She'll recite her excuses
Put my tail between these legs of mine
like I do all the time.

-Dear Tragedy- Bayside

I'd grab your head by your hair and I'd hack it off.
And put it on display at the front of the yard
on a stick that's decorated with a little pink bow
and a sign that says "Her friends and family should have taught her more about love."
Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody.
But being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed
with a breath taker, a smile faker.
But these years alone have eaten me alive.

-They Looked Like Strong Hands- Bayside

And I look so strong
when the weight of all the world
don't take it's toll.
And I'd choose my sides
if I believed in what was right,
but I'm all wrong.

-Montauk- Bayside

I thought I'd known the consequence,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
Mess we've made of it.
This mess we've made of it.
In years to come it might make sense,
but sweetness, can you believe this?
This what's become of it? What's become of it?

If you hear this and you think you're ready,
then meet me in Montauk
where we'll write out in the sand,
"Here lies the destiny of 2 hurt souls
afraid to be cured again."
That could be our epitaph

And that was all he wrote...

I gotta get outta here
For I fear that a moment longer
Is a moment to much
And a moment to much
Means the end...
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