Tea time in the confessional

Oct 16, 2008 23:25

I sat down with my notebook and a pen to write a lesson for the e-mail stuff I'm doing. When I came to, if that is even the right term, this was on the pages infront of me.

Make a fire
Because we have nothing better to do.
Re-shape that worn old point of view
Just please say you do.
All the scene kids love my gear
All the nightmares I send their way.
Live it and breathe it.

I died in my dorm room, don't cause a scene.
Guardian angels tore off their wings.
They got too attached
To living and breathing.
One had the knives, one had the look and one had the time.

I've just fell through.
I'm through making do
With just dreams, it's all too extreme.
I feel left out,
Go and drown it out
With living and breathing.

Dayligh suicide died alone.
Secret's out, the cards are down.
Live it and breathe it.
Dance till the energy's right.
What is life when biology wins out?

It's a sixth sense
It's a sixth sense
It's a sixth sense
Sex sells to old men.

I just let loose.
The walls came down
Around my ears.
This kiss, this kiss.
This kiss is greed.
My lips are mean.

Watch the fire
With fuck all left to use.
Constant battle of wills with you.
Just bite your tongue.
Subtle secrets claw my chest.
Feed the demons I put in your head.
Live it and breathe it.

Despite what I said, it's all true.
I can't love myself if I love you.
And I love you.

It's a sixth sense
And I love you
It's a sixth sense
If I love you
It's a sixth sense
I'm thinking of you
It's a sixth sense
I only want to hide the truth.
It's a sixth sense.
That sex sells to old men.

Im thinking of you
Im fucking with you.

Again?
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