Per request: lyrics...
So here are the lyrics to all the songs on the forthcoming (yet to be titled) CD:
bury yourself.
the lives we fake compensate for lost opportunities. and i can see everything i fought so i would never be crowded with confidence but proud of every lie i live. i turn the weighted side of my face to this savage new adultery. i forgot the only love i lost, briefly. i’m tired of finding new ways to hurt myself, with care. so bury yourself in your loss if you’re willing to peel off this mess of skin that’s grown on me. so bury your memory of the good you saw in me. i’ll reveal all the treachery when i’m done and your motionless.
singing nonsense on the streets of rome.
i woke up with my arms covered in ice. and i was there when they tore your throat apart. can we live inside a dream that seems more real than all the exploits of last year. i hope we can. don't turn around, i'm not there. ignore the crowd, they're empty. and the thread that holds us together, we pulled both ends and watched everything that we stitched up completely fall apart. open your eyes. but in this dream you've got colors on your skin and such filthy thoughts about what we've become it's making me sick. so we scratch our names into our back and cross them off our lips to wake up from this dream. and we turned out the same way cause we'll both die. we all die.
last year for halloween i was a ghost.
can i have some time? oh my god i need to understand. these rooms we built are growing smaller and i'm running out of places to hide. cake on the make up, it's stinging my skin, but you won't recognize me. celebrate/breathe/believe/behave. i'm all alone, full of uninspired fury. you're all alone because you wanted it that way. let me kiss the lipstick on your face. let me smear the lipstick from your face. i'll drink myself into oblivion and see who will take me home. i'm not ready for the aftermath, i turn the panic on again. i'm not ready for the aftermath, i turn the panic on and on and on and on and on. when the lights go out and i think about your brand new life and mine. if your still in love is it criminal to let our ghosts dance in the park alone.
water is the new fire.
welcome back. reality stings you with more pressure than my furious hands, and the skin we wore is stained and torn. all our promises seem so absurd. i've lost my faith in the human race, our selfishness is our most endearing trait. and i begged you not to play this game. but you always do, and i have no choice. is there someone here? we keep the lights turned off so we can't see them. is there someone here? we keep our eyes shut tight so we won't see them. open your eyes, turn on the lights, let's destroy someone. on an on, our bodies bruise until there's nothing left (there's nothing left we go and and on and bruise our bodies). when the fire washes over us we'll say "with our open eyes we'll forgive all our pain". when the water washes over us we'll say "we've all been lost"
a terrible secret.
you lie motionless against the floor on which you wept about your nothingness. we tried to gather up new strength and unleash it on our past mistakes that left us in this state. you gave everything away, in simple poetry that rolls right off your tongue with such distaste. why do we let ourselves decide while you hold onto bottles and i hold thoughts of suicide? we give everything away in the moment we embrace (in the hallway that i wish i’d never seen). fight breathing. you gave everything away in the moment we embraced and i knew that you would never be the same. the dead don’t want you back.
crucifixion as an art form.
here, inside these arms we're always safe. but our skin got stretched so far, we never realized it could break. and somehow, we're still sleeping in the same bed. or lying awake at night waiting for the mourning sun to see if you gave up. so, use your god, or use your tongue to tell me lies. are you bleeding from your palms again? a martyr to yourself? i'm gushing from there too, i love to be the victim for myself. hold on, hold on to everything you have. hold on, hold on to anything, i'm begging you. and somehow we're still living in the same space and lying awake at night i'm dying to tell you, you gave up.
dear alison, i am not a cynic.
are you sure it's profound? all our conversation and intellect is worth little more than watching you get dressed in the morning. i've contrived this discourse because desire is much stronger than love for us both and the inevitable silence will tear us apart. and we are a disaster. i'm a fool, you're betrayed and we didn't deserve this anyway. some other time (i whisper to myself). i’m not silent because i’m not thinking of you. i just have nothing new to say. i’m ashamed of what we are, i’m embarrassed to wonder, will youth save us? will you save us? when the truth takes us, will you save us?
empathy for your enemy/hostile to the helpless.
we kissed in the kitchen and made love in your bed, over and over again. we cried in the kitchen and slept in our bed, so separate. you leave me out of your mess. you were suffering too much, you leave me out of your mess. so we can go on, we can move on, so we can go on. we eat in our kitchens and sleep in our beds. we're so nice on the phone and so cruel in our heads. but we can go on. we can go far. we can move on. and we can feel so, so small.
bury yourself.
the lives we fake compensate for lost opportunities. and i can see everything i fought so i would never be crowded with confidence but proud of every lie i live. i turn the weighted side of my face to this savage new adultery. i forgot the only love i lost, briefly. i’m tired of finding new ways to hurt myself, with care. so bury yourself in your loss if you’re willing to peel off this mess of skin that’s grown on me. so bury your memory of the good you saw in me. i’ll reveal all the treachery when i’m done and your motionless.
singing nonsense on the streets of rome.
i woke up with my arms covered in ice. and i was there when they tore your throat apart. can we live inside a dream that seems more real than all the exploits of last year. i hope we can. don't turn around, i'm not there. ignore the crowd, they're empty. and the thread that holds us together, we pulled both ends and watched everything that we stitched up completely fall apart. open your eyes. but in this dream you've got colors on your skin and such filthy thoughts about what we've become it's making me sick. so we scratch our names into our back and cross them off our lips to wake up from this dream. and we turned out the same way cause we'll both die. we all die.
last year for halloween i was a ghost.
can i have some time? oh my god i need to understand. these rooms we built are growing smaller and i'm running out of places to hide. cake on the make up, it's stinging my skin, but you won't recognize me. celebrate/breathe/believe/behave. i'm all alone, full of uninspired fury. you're all alone because you wanted it that way. let me kiss the lipstick on your face. let me smear the lipstick from your face. i'll drink myself into oblivion and see who will take me home. i'm not ready for the aftermath, i turn the panic on again. i'm not ready for the aftermath, i turn the panic on and on and on and on and on. when the lights go out and i think about your brand new life and mine. if your still in love is it criminal to let our ghosts dance in the park alone.
water is the new fire.
welcome back. reality stings you with more pressure than my furious hands, and the skin we wore is stained and torn. all our promises seem so absurd. i've lost my faith in the human race, our selfishness is our most endearing trait. and i begged you not to play this game. but you always do, and i have no choice. is there someone here? we keep the lights turned off so we can't see them. is there someone here? we keep our eyes shut tight so we won't see them. open your eyes, turn on the lights, let's destroy someone. on an on, our bodies bruise until there's nothing left (there's nothing left we go and and on and bruise our bodies). when the fire washes over us we'll say "with our open eyes we'll forgive all our pain". when the water washes over us we'll say "we've all been lost"
a terrible secret.
you lie motionless against the floor on which you wept about your nothingness. we tried to gather up new strength and unleash it on our past mistakes that left us in this state. you gave everything away, in simple poetry that rolls right off your tongue with such distaste. why do we let ourselves decide while you hold onto bottles and i hold thoughts of suicide? we give everything away in the moment we embrace (in the hallway that i wish i’d never seen). fight breathing. you gave everything away in the moment we embraced and i knew that you would never be the same. the dead don’t want you back.
crucifixion as an art form.
here, inside these arms we're always safe. but our skin got stretched so far, we never realized it could break. and somehow, we're still sleeping in the same bed. or lying awake at night waiting for the mourning sun to see if you gave up. so, use your god, or use your tongue to tell me lies. are you bleeding from your palms again? a martyr to yourself? i'm gushing from there too, i love to be the victim for myself. hold on, hold on to everything you have. hold on, hold on to anything, i'm begging you. and somehow we're still living in the same space and lying awake at night i'm dying to tell you, you gave up.
dear alison, i am not a cynic.
are you sure it's profound? all our conversation and intellect is worth little more than watching you get dressed in the morning. i've contrived this discourse because desire is much stronger than love for us both and the inevitable silence will tear us apart. and we are a disaster. i'm a fool, you're betrayed and we didn't deserve this anyway. some other time (i whisper to myself). i’m not silent because i’m not thinking of you. i just have nothing new to say. i’m ashamed of what we are, i’m embarrassed to wonder, will youth save us? will you save us? when the truth takes us, will you save us?
empathy for your enemy/hostile to the helpless.
we kissed in the kitchen and made love in your bed, over and over again. we cried in the kitchen and slept in our bed, so separate. you leave me out of your mess. you were suffering too much, you leave me out of your mess. so we can go on, we can move on, so we can go on. we eat in our kitchens and sleep in our beds. we're so nice on the phone and so cruel in our heads. but we can go on. we can go far. we can move on. and we can feel so, so small.