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I want a guy who'll kiss my collar bone. I really do.
Give it up. There's nothing in this room but bitterly cold air and a lost sock. It's been empty, there's a penny covered in dust. Broken glass in the bed. And blood on the sheets. It sounds like another quaint murder mystery. Another hopeless tragedy. Hey babe, why are you still hanging around this broken old joint? Why are you still wearing her favourite shirt? Where have you been, and where have you gone? There's a musty fog obscuring the room. There's someone else's glasses on the bedside stand. Someone else's scent lacing the air in a ginger sweet sorrow. Another romance riped while you've been gone. How long has it been anyway? Hmm babe? Remember when you used to kiss her collar bone to wake her up? And now you study her photos bleary eyed in a miserable confusion. Did it hurt when you hit the ground? Why are you still here babe? Are you afraid? Once you go you'll never come back. The smell is getting stronger. Is that lightning outside? That fluoresent whitening glow? Furious against a black-black night sky. She cried whenever the stars fell. But the stars aren't out tonight and neither are we to look up at them. Take a look for yourself, they've all dissapeared. Do you miss them, the little bluish one you once called your own? There's a staticy radio playing in the back, the same broken tune, a melody of hurt and pain. It's tinkling slowly to a halt now, winding down to get away from here. Tonight, we should just run away. Let's get away from this place. It renders me breathless in an empty unfeeling way. Where did you go? She's gone now too...An acoustic guitar begins to play on that radio now. Loud and harmonious begging for attention in a stranger way than most. Was that star painted on the wall in canary yellow always there? Just get away. Why haven't you gone yet? There are some many reasons you should've, this place holds too many memories. There's a letter on the floor, something forgotten to be sent. It has your name on it, smudged as if it almost shouldn't be there. In the envelope there are cracked pictures, her face x'ed out. And a letter, the ink too faded to read, on her favourite paper. A clouded print. With a vine of black roses draw up the side. More stars on the deep coloured wall now, count them...One, two, three. There are too many and the guitar is fading out, it's harmonious gliding skidding to a stop. Is that thunder? Has it begun to rain? I think it has. Leave this place, just get away. Get outside. In the thirst quenching rain. How long has it been since you've danced in it? Dance on the soap box for all to see, collecting dimes and half-dollars so you can flee. The purple and bruised pink of dawn are begining to creep over the moonless sky. Something is out of place...It's just a memory, so you can change it, right? So change it, the place, maybe the time. You could change the outcome, make it so you never left. You could be happier, or maybe dead... It's just a memory so you can change it. Warp it along the lines of infinity and take to the skies flying. Prolong the moment before rain, turn down the thunder, and black out the lightning. It wasn't supposed to end like this. No, it shouldn't have ended like this.
Give it up. There's nothing in this room but bitterly cold air and a lost sock. It's been empty, there's a penny covered in dust. Broken glass in the bed. And blood on the sheets. It sounds like another quaint murder mystery. Another hopeless tragedy. Hey babe, why are you still hanging around this broken old joint? Why are you still wearing her favourite shirt? Where have you been, and where have you gone? There's a musty fog obscuring the room. There's someone else's glasses on the bedside stand. Someone else's scent lacing the air in a ginger sweet sorrow. Another romance riped while you've been gone. How long has it been anyway? Hmm babe? Remember when you used to kiss her collar bone to wake her up? And now you study her photos bleary eyed in a miserable confusion. Did it hurt when you hit the ground? Why are you still here babe? Are you afraid? Once you go you'll never come back. The smell is getting stronger. Is that lightning outside? That fluoresent whitening glow? Furious against a black-black night sky. She cried whenever the stars fell. But the stars aren't out tonight and neither are we to look up at them. Take a look for yourself, they've all dissapeared. Do you miss them, the little bluish one you once called your own? There's a staticy radio playing in the back, the same broken tune, a melody of hurt and pain. It's tinkling slowly to a halt now, winding down to get away from here. Tonight, we should just run away. Let's get away from this place. It renders me breathless in an empty unfeeling way. Where did you go? She's gone now too...An acoustic guitar begins to play on that radio now. Loud and harmonious begging for attention in a stranger way than most. Was that star painted on the wall in canary yellow always there? Just get away. Why haven't you gone yet? There are some many reasons you should've, this place holds too many memories. There's a letter on the floor, something forgotten to be sent. It has your name on it, smudged as if it almost shouldn't be there. In the envelope there are cracked pictures, her face x'ed out. And a letter, the ink too faded to read, on her favourite paper. A clouded print. With a vine of black roses draw up the side. More stars on the deep coloured wall now, count them...One, two, three. There are too many and the guitar is fading out, it's harmonious gliding skidding to a stop. Is that thunder? Has it begun to rain? I think it has. Leave this place, just get away. Get outside. In the thirst quenching rain. How long has it been since you've danced in it? Dance on the soap box for all to see, collecting dimes and half-dollars so you can flee. The purple and bruised pink of dawn are begining to creep over the moonless sky. Something is out of place...It's just a memory, so you can change it, right? So change it, the place, maybe the time. You could change the outcome, make it so you never left. You could be happier, or maybe dead... It's just a memory so you can change it. Warp it along the lines of infinity and take to the skies flying. Prolong the moment before rain, turn down the thunder, and black out the lightning. It wasn't supposed to end like this. No, it shouldn't have ended like this.