This Time Imperfect, AFI
Always been one of my favorites, and as with all of my favorites, I eventually find something in my life it fits all too well.
I cannot leave here, I cannot stay
Forever haunted, more than afraid
Asphyxiate on words I would say
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe
Imagined heart, I disappear
Seems... no one will appear here and make me real
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
I'd tell you how it haunts me
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams
You don't care that it haunts me
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much you...I think I've finally begun to feel it...really feel it. And it doesn't feel good, if any of you had any inkling otherwise. My need for any of you begins now- I still don't want to constantly be asked if I'm alright, but I will typically be glad for company the next few weeks- even for the most mundane things.
I get the feeling I'm quickly approaching the time where I will more or less cry myself dry over little things. I've already done so several times today.
The acorns on my desk- like the one I gave you so long ago to keep you safe when you went up north.
Adrian- one of our "hypenated bettas"
The little turtles everywhere
The needles I taught you to knit with
Katamari
Our pictures...being so happy...
I cannot leave here, I cannot stay
Forever haunted, more than afraid
Asphyxiate on words I would say
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe
Imagined heart, I disappear
Seems... no one will appear here and make me real
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
I'd tell you how it haunts me
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams
You don't care that it haunts me
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much you...I think I've finally begun to feel it...really feel it. And it doesn't feel good, if any of you had any inkling otherwise. My need for any of you begins now- I still don't want to constantly be asked if I'm alright, but I will typically be glad for company the next few weeks- even for the most mundane things.
I get the feeling I'm quickly approaching the time where I will more or less cry myself dry over little things. I've already done so several times today.
The acorns on my desk- like the one I gave you so long ago to keep you safe when you went up north.
Adrian- one of our "hypenated bettas"
The little turtles everywhere
The needles I taught you to knit with
Katamari
Our pictures...being so happy...