they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell
I've got something up my sleeve
That I don't want to show you
Cause every time I bleed
I make a fool of me
I've got shaky little fingers
That hold onto your grip
That you've got wrapped around my world
So tight that I can't breathe
I had a dream this morning that I was driving on 290 towards worcester. then i woke up in my bed in colorado springs.
this weekend...actually, the last six days or so...was pretty good but really tiring. I accomplished a lot, too...I worked about 30 hours and made decisions regarding people that I hang out with, there are some that I probably won't see again. Got myself into a few sketchy situations, but that happens.
It's 42 where my dad lives, 26 here (feels like 14), and 76 where my mom and the boys are.
If it makes you less sad
I will die by your hand
I hope you find out what you are
Already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad
we'll start talking again
and you can tell me how vile i already know that i am
i'll grow old
start acting my age
ill be a brand new day in a life that you hate
a crown of gold
a heart thats harder than stone
and it hurts a whole lot
but its missed when its gone
call me a safe bet
im betting im not
im glad you can forgive
im only hoping as time goes
you can forget
if it makes you less sad
i'll move outta the state
you can keep to yourself
i'll keep outta your way
and if it makes you less sad
i'll take your pictures all down
every picture you paint
i will paint myself out
its as cold as a tomb
and its dark in your room
when i sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
so call it quits
or get a grip
say you wanted a solution
you just wanted to be missed
call me a safe bet
im betting im not
im glad that you can forgive
im only hoping as time goes
you can forget
you are calm and reposed
let your beauty unfold
pale white
like the skin stretched over your bones
spring keeps you ever close
you are second hand smoke
you are so fragile and thin
standing trial for your sins
holding onto yourself the best you can
you are the smell before the rain
you are the blood in my veins
That I don't want to show you
Cause every time I bleed
I make a fool of me
I've got shaky little fingers
That hold onto your grip
That you've got wrapped around my world
So tight that I can't breathe
I had a dream this morning that I was driving on 290 towards worcester. then i woke up in my bed in colorado springs.
this weekend...actually, the last six days or so...was pretty good but really tiring. I accomplished a lot, too...I worked about 30 hours and made decisions regarding people that I hang out with, there are some that I probably won't see again. Got myself into a few sketchy situations, but that happens.
It's 42 where my dad lives, 26 here (feels like 14), and 76 where my mom and the boys are.
If it makes you less sad
I will die by your hand
I hope you find out what you are
Already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad
we'll start talking again
and you can tell me how vile i already know that i am
i'll grow old
start acting my age
ill be a brand new day in a life that you hate
a crown of gold
a heart thats harder than stone
and it hurts a whole lot
but its missed when its gone
call me a safe bet
im betting im not
im glad you can forgive
im only hoping as time goes
you can forget
if it makes you less sad
i'll move outta the state
you can keep to yourself
i'll keep outta your way
and if it makes you less sad
i'll take your pictures all down
every picture you paint
i will paint myself out
its as cold as a tomb
and its dark in your room
when i sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
so call it quits
or get a grip
say you wanted a solution
you just wanted to be missed
call me a safe bet
im betting im not
im glad that you can forgive
im only hoping as time goes
you can forget
you are calm and reposed
let your beauty unfold
pale white
like the skin stretched over your bones
spring keeps you ever close
you are second hand smoke
you are so fragile and thin
standing trial for your sins
holding onto yourself the best you can
you are the smell before the rain
you are the blood in my veins