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Cigarette Holes
I can't see through the holes in our conversations.
Chewing on never meants, and dreaming of cold nothern nights.
And one more pause, you begging for redemption. I can't refute the statement, just like you want it.
Nights spent crying over a song, you pretend to understand.
And your placing yourself in the author's position, so you can be better then you were.
If this speach was our problem, then still look at the reaction and wonder.
Are we dead people talking, or is that just how it seems?
I can't breathe through the holes in our conversations.
Chewing on cigerettes and dreaming of southern nights.
I'm drowning in that swamp. The one full of your empty promises.
Nothing was ever as sweet, untill it cracked my teeth in two.
I blew you kisses from the starboard side. But you can't climb up to heaven with me now.
Hug those regrets tight.
And now you don't want to fight?
Just turn me into your bitter sweet country sound.
I can't fit through the holes in our conversations.
Chewing on bruised lips and dreaming a tastless Anywhere But Here.
And if I wasn't to blame, tell me why I'm the one who got to live it?
I can't bury the shovel deep enough. My hands bleed.
Your sleeping the thoughts away. All nights. And all day. You always were in the childish way.
Wrote you a hundred post cards, that'll never be sent.
Your arms are empty air and I squeeze into that bliss.
Not another hard look, I'm weeping it soft now.
Take the shrapnel out. I won't even pretend that it doesn't take my skin with it.
I can't hear you, through these holes in our conversation.
Chewing on possiblities and dreaming of the Somewhere In-betweens.
You can take the chair from the door, I'm not breaking in or breaking down.
I carried that sound. Over light wave. I wash ashore.
You taste like vodka and I kiss you till I'm drunk.
Save me your intentions, I'm your holiday girl.
Yeah, I put down the glass and cut myself with your smile.
I've stopped breaking your heart. Now I break your memories and eyes.
I'm dreaming of southern nights, melting in this swamp.
I've saved you a place, yet we've only just met.
Chewing on cigarettes, and living in the world of the dead.
I can't see through the hole that is our conversation. Set it to light.
I can't see through the holes in our conversations.
Chewing on never meants, and dreaming of cold nothern nights.
And one more pause, you begging for redemption. I can't refute the statement, just like you want it.
Nights spent crying over a song, you pretend to understand.
And your placing yourself in the author's position, so you can be better then you were.
If this speach was our problem, then still look at the reaction and wonder.
Are we dead people talking, or is that just how it seems?
I can't breathe through the holes in our conversations.
Chewing on cigerettes and dreaming of southern nights.
I'm drowning in that swamp. The one full of your empty promises.
Nothing was ever as sweet, untill it cracked my teeth in two.
I blew you kisses from the starboard side. But you can't climb up to heaven with me now.
Hug those regrets tight.
And now you don't want to fight?
Just turn me into your bitter sweet country sound.
I can't fit through the holes in our conversations.
Chewing on bruised lips and dreaming a tastless Anywhere But Here.
And if I wasn't to blame, tell me why I'm the one who got to live it?
I can't bury the shovel deep enough. My hands bleed.
Your sleeping the thoughts away. All nights. And all day. You always were in the childish way.
Wrote you a hundred post cards, that'll never be sent.
Your arms are empty air and I squeeze into that bliss.
Not another hard look, I'm weeping it soft now.
Take the shrapnel out. I won't even pretend that it doesn't take my skin with it.
I can't hear you, through these holes in our conversation.
Chewing on possiblities and dreaming of the Somewhere In-betweens.
You can take the chair from the door, I'm not breaking in or breaking down.
I carried that sound. Over light wave. I wash ashore.
You taste like vodka and I kiss you till I'm drunk.
Save me your intentions, I'm your holiday girl.
Yeah, I put down the glass and cut myself with your smile.
I've stopped breaking your heart. Now I break your memories and eyes.
I'm dreaming of southern nights, melting in this swamp.
I've saved you a place, yet we've only just met.
Chewing on cigarettes, and living in the world of the dead.
I can't see through the hole that is our conversation. Set it to light.