Mar 08, 2010 23:07
I have bruises from you
but i'm sure she does too
I am certain you love me
and i'm positive she thinks you do too.
Now, I'm not calling you a liar
I'm sure all of what I said
Is true.
I guess our love is different
she don't belong in our world
So a piece of you still lingers
but I'm sure she will distract you
sooner or later.
I don't think this has a happy ending
I don't think this love has a chance of living
even though you keep telling me seeing is believing
i can only see what it is i don't have...
and baby that's you.
I get you in sudden moments
brought to you by passion
and circumstance
reminiscence of the way you used to love me
and I remember its her you go home to
not me.
And that's some heavy shit to handle
even when it's beautiful outside
That's the type of shit
I confess to the holy ghost
on quiet nights.
I bet you love her
and probably will for a while
but you'll be addicted to our interactions
I will become your bad habit
'cause you always become mine.
Now I ain't calling you a liar
just a man in a current circumstance
I can relate to the weight
you carry
the burdens we try so hard to shake
but we never learn from our mistakes
I live a life full of shame, anyway.
What's another day?
But I don't think this has a happy ending
I just think we're wasting time
because in the back of our minds
all we can fathom is what we miss
when we ain't there
So we both linger around
'til we get caught in the middle somewhere
and then, that's when
We reach for each others hand.
Our love helps numb the pain
like Novocain for the soul
we ain't here for the high alone
we're here for the love of it
the sense of relief
we get
every time we feel...
the needle's prick.
trying to stay clean
only makes us sick.