Nov 27, 2005 00:26
listen to my heart, can you hear it sing
in the empty spaces between accusations & defenses
Who needs a heart
When a heart can be broken?
On a string...
On a string...
On a string, I was held.
The way I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above.
So I swing and I sway.
Wave my hand, kick my leg,
And it is always right with the music.
<3
you and me
you know that we
were always funny in that
car crash sort of way
you say hello, inside i'm screaming i love you
you say goodnight, in my mind
i'm sleeping next to you.
you drive away from my car crash of a heart
and i dont know
And besides, you're probably holding hands
with some skinny, pretty girl, that likes to
talk about sex..
and all I wanna do is watch movies with you
and stay up late and be your everything<33