Fuck off.

Jan 18, 2004 10:10

So, scream I heard about your message
and how it reads of your indifference,
Simply, horizontal straight from your wrists
(So scream loud about)
Bound to come around about
(Bound to come around)
Can’t you, can’t you feel it
Rolling off your lips
Tensing up your shoulders, c’mon

It’s love
(It’s love)
Make it hurt
(I deserve it)
Well, It’s love
(It’s love)
Make it hurt
(I deserve it)
Well, it’s love, it’s love, it’s love
Make it hurt

Scream we used to be the sigh
And breathe subtle but elite method,
I could forfeit on competing
Said it’s all about a war
(So, scream loud about)
Bound to come around about
(Bound to come around again)
Can’t you, can’t you feel it
Rollin’ off your lips
Tensin’ up your shoulders, c’mon

It’s love
(It’s love)
Make it hurt
(I deserve it)
Well, It’s love
(It’s love)
Make it hurt
(I deserve it)
Well, it’s love, it’s love, it’s love
Make it hurt

The keys to the castle
are right where I left them
go, the princess that
just had more attention
But, after all well isn’t that
all that I’ve been after
And after all (It’s love)
isn’t that (love)
all that illogical

(No way out, no way)
(No way out, no way)
(I wanted you for nothing more,
than anything than what you are,
And that’s what you wanted to hear)
That’s what you wanted to hear
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