Consider this my intro or something.

Apr 25, 2004 14:41

It's the out-of-town affair with the made-for-tv-heart break hanging in the air.
And the one that's got good-byes with her fingers through his hair.
Skyline, motor rolling, gas meter is on empty, too fast paced for the masses, and obligatory promises broken for the long run.
Tangled up in frustration, and tied up with exhaustion: hand your forlorn heart to the one who fills the shoes of the one who said "I do" in an overcrowded room with the pressure reaching maximum and the clock ticking much too fast to keep it on slow paced.
So she's going to the dark side where the keys don't have an owner for the only one they know, and the walls are hearing broken records of the sins that go untold.
But now suspicion's getting closer and the fog is getting clearer with the picture now unfolding for the one who needs to know.
That you lost her to another, out of reach and now forgotten, reminisce of lies you told her when you said those filthy words.
Hang your head and let her lover take the place of the you forgotten who took the role of battered husband who couldn't handle the demands.
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