lyricism
flashbacks of a bone white room
with at least a good view
of the autumn trees dying
(maybe it wasn't such a good view)
and awake for the sun sinking
bleeding on the horizon
bleeding buckets.
the room is stained red by the sunset
leads to praying for the pitch black
(oh my god what if he had been praying for black)
and at this point one of the only memories left
is a selfish piece of paper
one-twelfth of a one-story house
(one story (bleeding) house)
she had been young
cars will always be that fast
and there will always be trees and
"wrap-around"
and (oh my god what if her room turned black)
her room was gray
we gave a pint of blood each
(I put them all in black
the four walls of my bedroom
and I trimmed them in red)
i have been told that i have 3 months left to live
and it is decided that i am dying in madrid
where the sand bleeds into the ocean
and paris can't hold a candle because
i just need a window
i just need bleeding
i just need notblack
with at least a good view
of the autumn trees dying
(maybe it wasn't such a good view)
and awake for the sun sinking
bleeding on the horizon
bleeding buckets.
the room is stained red by the sunset
leads to praying for the pitch black
(oh my god what if he had been praying for black)
and at this point one of the only memories left
is a selfish piece of paper
one-twelfth of a one-story house
(one story (bleeding) house)
she had been young
cars will always be that fast
and there will always be trees and
"wrap-around"
and (oh my god what if her room turned black)
her room was gray
we gave a pint of blood each
(I put them all in black
the four walls of my bedroom
and I trimmed them in red)
i have been told that i have 3 months left to live
and it is decided that i am dying in madrid
where the sand bleeds into the ocean
and paris can't hold a candle because
i just need a window
i just need bleeding
i just need notblack