Dec 02, 2005 16:46
I don't even feel it.
But lord how I need it when I'm not with him.
I'm not all myself.
Sometimes I have my breakfast right off of a mirror, and sometimes I have it right out of a bottle.
I'm gonna rip it up, tear it out.
Gotta get it off of my soul.
I don't even miss you, but that's 'cause I'm fucked up
And I'm sure when it wears off then I will be hurting.
Come on.
If only you'd never speak to me the way that you do.
It's like listening to a breaking heart, a falling sky.
Fires go out and friendship dies.
I wish you felt the way that I still do.
If only you'd never look at me the way that you do.
If only you'd never look like that when I look at you.
I see face like stone, eyes of ice, mouth so sweetly telling lies.
But you don't...You don't feel anymore, you don't care anymore...
It's all gone.
If only you'd never pull from me the way that you do, if only you'd never pull like that when I'm with you.
I feel hopeless hands helplessly pulling you back close to me.