oh how i love this song(s)
ana's song - silverchair
please die ana
for as long as you're here we're not
you make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer
and i need you now somehow
and i need you now somehow
open fire on my the needs designed on my knees for you
open fire on my knees desires what i need from you
imagine a pageant
in my head the flesh seems thicker
sandpaper tears corrode the film
and i need you now somehow
and i need you now somehow
open fire on the needs designed on my knees for you
open fire on my knees desires what I need from you
and you're my obsession
i love you to the bones
and ana wrecks your life
like an anorexia life
open fire on the need designed on my knees for you
open fire on my knees desires what I need from you
Open fire on my needs designed
*random muttering*
Open fire on the needs designed on my knees for you
the lead singer from silverchair was anorexic..you really should watch the video..it is very very touching
now for a song i used to associate my life with
lover i don't have to love - bright eyes
I picked you out
of a crowd and talked to you
said I liked your shoes
you said "thanks, can I follow you?"
so it's up the stairs
and out of view, no prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time
now it's two o'clock
the club is closed and we are up the block
your hands are on me
pressing hard against your jeans
your tongue in my mouth
trying to keep the words from coming out
you didn't care to know
who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here
but I'm not sure
I've got the money
if you've got the time
you said, "It feels good"
I said "I'll give it a try"
then my mind went dark
we both forgot where your car was parked
let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
bad actors with bad habits
some sad singers, they just play tragic
and the phone's ringing
and the van's leaving
let's just keep touching
let's just keep, keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
and where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
the kind I have always seems to slip my mind
but you, but you...
you write such pretty words
but life's no storybook
love's an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt
do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
then hurt me
then hurt me
then hurt me
i love the wedge...it helps me find obscure amazing artists
in some ways i still associate with this song
please die ana
for as long as you're here we're not
you make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer
and i need you now somehow
and i need you now somehow
open fire on my the needs designed on my knees for you
open fire on my knees desires what i need from you
imagine a pageant
in my head the flesh seems thicker
sandpaper tears corrode the film
and i need you now somehow
and i need you now somehow
open fire on the needs designed on my knees for you
open fire on my knees desires what I need from you
and you're my obsession
i love you to the bones
and ana wrecks your life
like an anorexia life
open fire on the need designed on my knees for you
open fire on my knees desires what I need from you
Open fire on my needs designed
*random muttering*
Open fire on the needs designed on my knees for you
the lead singer from silverchair was anorexic..you really should watch the video..it is very very touching
now for a song i used to associate my life with
lover i don't have to love - bright eyes
I picked you out
of a crowd and talked to you
said I liked your shoes
you said "thanks, can I follow you?"
so it's up the stairs
and out of view, no prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time
now it's two o'clock
the club is closed and we are up the block
your hands are on me
pressing hard against your jeans
your tongue in my mouth
trying to keep the words from coming out
you didn't care to know
who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here
but I'm not sure
I've got the money
if you've got the time
you said, "It feels good"
I said "I'll give it a try"
then my mind went dark
we both forgot where your car was parked
let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
bad actors with bad habits
some sad singers, they just play tragic
and the phone's ringing
and the van's leaving
let's just keep touching
let's just keep, keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
and where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
the kind I have always seems to slip my mind
but you, but you...
you write such pretty words
but life's no storybook
love's an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt
do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
then hurt me
then hurt me
then hurt me
i love the wedge...it helps me find obscure amazing artists
in some ways i still associate with this song