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Plastic Trees by enigmacyofme
The frame crooked and empty,
There's a hole where our love is supposed to be.
God said the truth will set me free,
All I see is chains around my knees.
Down the highway, down the path,
Down the road, down the pass.
Death's coming, I'm still running...
To you,
I address my final words
But thoughts escape like bluebirds.
And to the vinyards they go,
Holding plans only they know.
With string laced in gold,
A red ribbon 'round your tongue,
Your existance patrolled,
I'll have you hung.
Stay with me forever
You will not refuse.
Your rotting corpse so tender,
A sun amongst the slews.
But even the sun goes away,
Just like everything else,
I know I can't keep you.
I'm certain,
I can't even keep myself.
The frame crooked and empty,
There's a hole where our love is supposed to be.
God said the truth will set me free,
All I see is chains around my knees.
Down the highway, down the path,
Down the road, down the pass.
Death's coming, I'm still running...
To you,
I address my final words
But thoughts escape like bluebirds.
And to the vinyards they go,
Holding plans only they know.
With string laced in gold,
A red ribbon 'round your tongue,
Your existance patrolled,
I'll have you hung.
Stay with me forever
You will not refuse.
Your rotting corpse so tender,
A sun amongst the slews.
But even the sun goes away,
Just like everything else,
I know I can't keep you.
I'm certain,
I can't even keep myself.