yay, trey, thats the spirit... (unenthused eye-roll and sarcastic celebratory finger twirl)
these are the lyrics to the song i was referring to:
i dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart. with heat to melt these frozen tears and burned with reasons as to carry on.
into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow but i swear that i would follow anything if it would just get me out of here.
and so you get six months to adapt and then you get two more to leave town. in the event that you do adapt we still might not want you around. and i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose but i know that that is impossible now. and so i drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories because i just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight
i give myself three days to feel better or i swear i'll drive right off a fucking cliff because if i can't make myself feel better then how can i expect anyone else to give a shit
and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere just get me past this dead and eternal snow because i swear that i am dying, slowly but its happening and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere just take me there and lie to me and say, "it's going to be alright its going to be alright, yeah you worry too much kid, its going to be alright."
these are the lyrics to the song i was referring to:
i dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart.
with heat to melt these frozen tears and burned with reasons
as to carry on.
into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow
but i swear that i would follow anything
if it would just get me out of here.
and so you get six months to adapt
and then you get two more to leave town.
in the event that you do adapt we still might not want you around.
and i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but i know that that is impossible now.
and so i drink to stay warm
and to kill selected memories
because i just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight
i give myself three days to feel better
or i swear i'll drive right off a fucking cliff
because if i can't make myself feel better
then how can i expect anyone else to give a shit
and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere
just get me past this dead and eternal snow
because i swear that i am dying, slowly but its happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there and lie to me and say,
"it's going to be alright
its going to be alright, yeah you worry too much kid,
its going to be alright."
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