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Feb 24, 2004 13:09

Hold in your last breath and stare
Assure me your metronome left arm stick shift is stuck on the right words in your ear
Could you hear me loud and clear? in sight and out of mind
Cautiously avoiding the cracks not to disturb your steadied arm straight line
The facts before a climb... a plan before a crime...
Tired in the days that passed away
Sporadically arranged across your floor when you've got it made...

Dear mariah, the worlds not big enough for the both of us when we live in the same town
Fight on fire burn my hands till i got nothing left to count my numbers on

Your wise ass comments could cheer you up
The emotional disturbance relax deep breathe sit back from the space in which you stand
Here and in demand don't touch a fresh wound that bleeds
All over you carpets the stains the story book remains and the page that states you've tied
Accept and then reply acknowledge the other guy, tired in the days that pasted away
Sporadically arragned across the floor when you've got it made

Dear mariah, the worlds not big enough for the both of us when we live in the same town
Fight on fire burn my hands till i got nothing left to count my numbers on

Don't change your mind when alls been won
Your words in time with the loss that you'd let them go
Don't let them fall if your grips not strong
In time decide... with the words you should let them go
Don't let them fall if your grips not strong

Dear mariah come sleep in your own bed
Dear mariah come sleep in your own bed
Dear mariah come sleep in your own bed
Dear mariah come sleep in your own bed...

When eye meets eye be calm
Will lie here alone locked the children in the floor
When eye meets eye be calm
Will lie here alone locked the children in the floor
When eye meets eye be calm
your dreams cant last forever
Will lie here alone locked the children in the floor
...the floor

Who sat me down here?
Your dreams can't last forever

you've been a bad boy...
you broke all the rules.
you've been a bad boy...
youll get yours oayed in fool...

i hate how i think about you all the time even though im so mad at you... why cant you be different. why couldnt you have stayed the way you were; stayed the way i liked you. i dont even know why i think about you all the time, your not particularly nice or sweet to me, we barely talk anymore. your one one those 'treys'... elena, you know exactly what i mean.... no matter how much i hate you, no matter how mean you are to me; no matter what you do to me, i'll always be thinking about you fondly. its kind of cheesy, i know. but its the truth... and i hate it. thank heavens theres that *other guy* around to make me feel better, he IS nice and sweet to me all the time. for christ sake, i could run him over with a car and he'd still be nice to me as if it never happened... we need more of those types of guys around. *sigh*
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