We're the things that go bump in the night that you can't see. Yeah we're the mishaps that always happen in threes. This ain't no rocket science, no big mystery.
In the shadows where the heads hang low. You hear the voices as the wind blows. Asking can't you see?. Reminding you to breathe. . It's only time before it catches up.
We can never break up. We can never not show. We can never go home. No, we can never elope. . We've only got one choice. So let's keep making it. And making it, making it.
I can't go on. You said my head's too heavy. I need that song. Those trusty chords could pull me through. . And early on. They saw the warning signs and symptoms all day long.
There's someone down below blowing you a kiss. They watch from their windows. As all arms fall to their sides, and all eyes fix. On the death of tomorrow.
I've got a book of matches. I've got a can of kerosene. I've got some bad ideas. Involving you and me. . I don't blame you for walking away. I touched myself, had thoughts of flames.
Over and out of it. For one more plane ride out. I'm not sure, and never was if this would. All head south, or what. . Wait here, a month or two will pass.
It's not so much a storm. But just a cloud that lives inside of me. He doesn't stir so easily these days. But when he wakes he goes the distance. . In a marathon of days too long.
There's a fire forming. Not too far from here. Out on the East Coast. Maybe it resides in you my dear. . We're worn out on our courtesy. We've made our curtain calls.
Here we are again with handguns for hearts. They had a master plan, wanted to tear us apart. Nothing to hold, all hope deleted. Our demise has been completed now.
You're in the next room sleeping. And I'm shouting out a song for you. I shouldn't wake you over the furnace. But I should swear to someone you'd have loved every note.
I got these thoughts in my head. Dirty as fuck and never leaving. And they're best left unsaid. All the drinks under breath. . Got some shit off my chest.
Found out the hard way. That you were lost and rendered. All alone in the dark forest of your thoughts. Forever following a trail of fear that seems to lead.
A train appeared in town one night. For some of us it changed our lives. A few of us never saw it coming. Then like the fire it disappeared. . It happens at a wonderful age.
I am waiting 'til there's nothing left. I'm a prayer, all you see is breath. I am empty, I am skin and bones. I'm a ribcage. . Well, I'm out the door with apathy.
Sit down and please make yourself comfortable. I might need some time. To dance around what I need to say. I love you to death, I think I need a break.
Well, I'll sit here to convince myself its true. If you keep on telling your friends that we're through. . I've got nothing here but loneliness. Holes in walls and bleeding fists.
There's no mystery, no more there's no talking to you. You had other things in store, guess I felt I was through. I answered every question as accurately as I could.
Not sure how this is supposed to feel. Cutting like a red hot knife of surgical steel. . Brought fresh from the autoclave. She came, she came with sterile warnings.
I know it's dark here, you know that I'm scared too. For some reason right now of everything but you. Right now you're all that I recognize. . You know I came here when I needed your soft voice.