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i hate Saliva, but this song sends me sprawling; grasping even.
Rest In Pieces - Saliva
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again,
Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did,
It has not healed with time...
It just shot down my spine.
You look so beautiful tonight,
Remind me how you laid us down,
And gently smiled,
Before you destroyed my life...
Would you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces)
Would you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces)
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again,
You got much closer than I thought you did,
I'm in your reach,
You held me in your hands...
But could you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces)
Would you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces)
Could you find, could you find in your heart?
(Could you find, could you let me rest in pieces)
Could you find, could you find in your heart?
(Could you find, could you let me rest in pieces)
and what would an entry of mine be without some egotistical indulgence? or.. poetic justice :
.leave me glistening.
tonight is open-palm thursday, and within this palm i hold a key. i whisper with my lips pressed to your ear, warm breath and secrets. the key is wrapped in flesh and sweat, no memories because that is yet to be created. folding body impressions against shadows on the wall, you're searching for the will to own the key; i'm just searching for will.
we could be the bonnie and clyde, or we could be the clinton and hillary. the rise or the fall, either way we'll die or collapse in the end. so in your haste to win or lose with dignity, latch those heated and glistening lips to mine. palm to hip and throat enveloping rhythm, you lose but not without winning a few moments of lustful fascination.
i'll be out and about all weekend, so ring my beellll! 360 608 5373 - and come make out with Michelle, if you're a good-looking boy.
Rest In Pieces - Saliva
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again,
Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did,
It has not healed with time...
It just shot down my spine.
You look so beautiful tonight,
Remind me how you laid us down,
And gently smiled,
Before you destroyed my life...
Would you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces)
Would you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces)
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again,
You got much closer than I thought you did,
I'm in your reach,
You held me in your hands...
But could you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces)
Would you find it in your heart,
To make this go away,
And let me rest in pieces?
(Let me rest in pieces)
Could you find, could you find in your heart?
(Could you find, could you let me rest in pieces)
Could you find, could you find in your heart?
(Could you find, could you let me rest in pieces)
and what would an entry of mine be without some egotistical indulgence? or.. poetic justice :
.leave me glistening.
tonight is open-palm thursday, and within this palm i hold a key. i whisper with my lips pressed to your ear, warm breath and secrets. the key is wrapped in flesh and sweat, no memories because that is yet to be created. folding body impressions against shadows on the wall, you're searching for the will to own the key; i'm just searching for will.
we could be the bonnie and clyde, or we could be the clinton and hillary. the rise or the fall, either way we'll die or collapse in the end. so in your haste to win or lose with dignity, latch those heated and glistening lips to mine. palm to hip and throat enveloping rhythm, you lose but not without winning a few moments of lustful fascination.
i'll be out and about all weekend, so ring my beellll! 360 608 5373 - and come make out with Michelle, if you're a good-looking boy.