carved your name across my eyelids
smoking cigarettes. feeling shitty. saying the wrong things while completely uncalculated. fucking up when you aren't even expecting to is the worst kind. i'm sorry. i miss the time when this wasn't a phone answering game and forgiveness came easier for ourselves and each other and when I was that close and the word honesty didn't have any meaning because it didn't need defined and when i didn't feel like you were keeping me an arms length away from you in all aspects. more than anything, i love you. it's yours to take or throw away. please don't give up on me.
Up to the ears, up to the neck
It's for the curious, it's for the hopeful
Kick in the doors, climb in the windows
It's Midnight service at the mutter museum
And I'm glad, glad that you're here
Better luck, better luck at the pull-tabs
that's what I thought too
Do you have any idea how many songs
they wrote about you
Look at the face, the shape of the skull
Leave the road, follow the path
It's midnight at the drowning pond
ANd I'm glad, glad that you're here
Better off not trying too hard, that's what I thought too
Put on your boots, put on your make-up
In the parking lot
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
It's midnight service at the mutter museum
And I'm glad, glad that you're here
Up to the ears, up to the neck
It's for the curious, it's for the hopeful
Kick in the doors, climb in the windows
It's Midnight service at the mutter museum
And I'm glad, glad that you're here
Better luck, better luck at the pull-tabs
that's what I thought too
Do you have any idea how many songs
they wrote about you
Look at the face, the shape of the skull
Leave the road, follow the path
It's midnight at the drowning pond
ANd I'm glad, glad that you're here
Better off not trying too hard, that's what I thought too
Put on your boots, put on your make-up
In the parking lot
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
It's midnight service at the mutter museum
And I'm glad, glad that you're here