Memory is Murder
Stepping over cracks, trying not to break the back of the hand that feeds me... This city, a saint, extending her arms to calm me down... See the faces in the windows of the buildings I’ll never belong to... Girls whose eyes will never burn into mine... But a second that passes, possessing my speech patterns, fumble-tongued and grasping at the depths of other people’s words... The wind chill is lulling me to sleep where the lullabies have been slacking...
She’s the kind of beautiful that winds up owning you...
Always thought I was checking the time, but as it turns out, the time’s been checking me... Making sure I have no tricks up my sleeve... And even if... Who would I play them on?... The man in the mirror... Five letters to form the calling that I will forever answer to... Cigarette ashes leave a trail behind me... Evidence of where I’ve been... The places my mind’s wandered off to... What was it looking for?... A parked car to crash into...
Someday, someone’s gonna see in me the things I saw in you... And when they do, I’ll thank them, and I’ll mean it... Someday, somone’s gonna kiss me hard, as hard as I kissed you... And when they do, I’ll kiss them back, and I’ll mean it... Someday, someone’s gonna want what I have to offer... And when they do, I’ll give it all to them... And they’ll thank me, but they’ll mean it...
She’s the kind of beautiful that winds up owning you...
Always thought I was checking the time, but as it turns out, the time’s been checking me... Making sure I have no tricks up my sleeve... And even if... Who would I play them on?... The man in the mirror... Five letters to form the calling that I will forever answer to... Cigarette ashes leave a trail behind me... Evidence of where I’ve been... The places my mind’s wandered off to... What was it looking for?... A parked car to crash into...
Someday, someone’s gonna see in me the things I saw in you... And when they do, I’ll thank them, and I’ll mean it... Someday, somone’s gonna kiss me hard, as hard as I kissed you... And when they do, I’ll kiss them back, and I’ll mean it... Someday, someone’s gonna want what I have to offer... And when they do, I’ll give it all to them... And they’ll thank me, but they’ll mean it...