trains have definitely lost their romance i must say.
holding my breath, watching the clock.
my hands were shaking and my heart almost stopped.
you say you say
the waiting could crush your heart.
my whole body hurts right now.
and my chest is killing me.
definitely atom bombs are to blame.
and now i'm feeling the radiation poisoning.
maybe i'm overreacting
but i just don't feel like i can react enough.
i just dont feel like i could survive this.
and i'm so very very tired
of hitting rock bottom wired.
i'm ending things tonight. solid fucking gold.
somebody tell me what i'm supposed to do because i'm just a great big fucking wreck.
i knew it when i had my head against the window watching the blue lights in my rear view.
i knew it when i just wanted to be handcuffed and booked and never seen again.
i knew it because i had to scribble her phone number on my hand in permanent marker so i wouldn't forget it for my one phone call.
i'll live without you love
but what good is one glove without the other?
with my one reason to stay afloat suddenly jumping ship, all i want is to tie bricks to my ankles and sink so slow so beautiful so i don't want to live anymore.
i want to run away but i have nowhere to go.
i want to cry all about it but the one person i want to tell all about has a little bit of a bias i must say.
what is it that you want? what is it that you need? and where does that leave me?
this isn't happening. this isn't happening. this isn't happening. this isn't happening. this isn't happening. this isn't happening. oh my god this is really happening and i just can't handle it.
i don't know how to deal with this. i can't deal with this. i can't. i'm just not strong enough.
i wasn't ready. i didn't have a chance to hold my breath before the waves came crashing down.
i need you like water in my lungs.
but i can just kick and scream and yell and cry about it all i want.
it takes two tango and i'm standing on an empty dance floor.
with my hand held out.
waiting.
waiting.
waiting.
you say the waiting could crush your heart.
the waiting will crush my heart.
the waiting will crush my heart.
the waiting will crush my heart.
the waiting will crush my heart.
but i will wait with the patience of saints.
only on the inside and behind the scenes i'm chainsmoking and screaming in silence and wanting to break things and falling down and making a big brokenhearted scene.
oh what a saint i am.
i can't breathe.
i can't handle this.
i'm not cut out for this kind of thing.
of course i won't sleep.
i don't think glassjaw ('...silence') is going to be leaving my stereo for quite some time.
...and all the while.
all the while...
when one eight becomes two zero's
we are okay. we are okay.
only i hate to break it to you, but
i am not okay.
i'm just not.
where the fuck is the instruction manual for operating my great big red beating broken heart?
please tell me it's not just that easy.
my
body
hurts
and
i
feel
so
fucking
sad
and
so
fucking
lonely
and
so
my
feelings
are
hurt
and
it
feels
like
i
am
beyond
repair.
ouch.
it hurts to be alive.
oh my god, how it hurts.
brandon.
my hands were shaking and my heart almost stopped.
you say you say
the waiting could crush your heart.
my whole body hurts right now.
and my chest is killing me.
definitely atom bombs are to blame.
and now i'm feeling the radiation poisoning.
maybe i'm overreacting
but i just don't feel like i can react enough.
i just dont feel like i could survive this.
and i'm so very very tired
of hitting rock bottom wired.
i'm ending things tonight. solid fucking gold.
somebody tell me what i'm supposed to do because i'm just a great big fucking wreck.
i knew it when i had my head against the window watching the blue lights in my rear view.
i knew it when i just wanted to be handcuffed and booked and never seen again.
i knew it because i had to scribble her phone number on my hand in permanent marker so i wouldn't forget it for my one phone call.
i'll live without you love
but what good is one glove without the other?
with my one reason to stay afloat suddenly jumping ship, all i want is to tie bricks to my ankles and sink so slow so beautiful so i don't want to live anymore.
i want to run away but i have nowhere to go.
i want to cry all about it but the one person i want to tell all about has a little bit of a bias i must say.
what is it that you want? what is it that you need? and where does that leave me?
this isn't happening. this isn't happening. this isn't happening. this isn't happening. this isn't happening. this isn't happening. oh my god this is really happening and i just can't handle it.
i don't know how to deal with this. i can't deal with this. i can't. i'm just not strong enough.
i wasn't ready. i didn't have a chance to hold my breath before the waves came crashing down.
i need you like water in my lungs.
but i can just kick and scream and yell and cry about it all i want.
it takes two tango and i'm standing on an empty dance floor.
with my hand held out.
waiting.
waiting.
waiting.
you say the waiting could crush your heart.
the waiting will crush my heart.
the waiting will crush my heart.
the waiting will crush my heart.
the waiting will crush my heart.
but i will wait with the patience of saints.
only on the inside and behind the scenes i'm chainsmoking and screaming in silence and wanting to break things and falling down and making a big brokenhearted scene.
oh what a saint i am.
i can't breathe.
i can't handle this.
i'm not cut out for this kind of thing.
of course i won't sleep.
i don't think glassjaw ('...silence') is going to be leaving my stereo for quite some time.
...and all the while.
all the while...
when one eight becomes two zero's
we are okay. we are okay.
only i hate to break it to you, but
i am not okay.
i'm just not.
where the fuck is the instruction manual for operating my great big red beating broken heart?
please tell me it's not just that easy.
my
body
hurts
and
i
feel
so
fucking
sad
and
so
fucking
lonely
and
so
my
feelings
are
hurt
and
it
feels
like
i
am
beyond
repair.
ouch.
it hurts to be alive.
oh my god, how it hurts.
brandon.