All the words we speak Fall back under The sounds of silent mouths, The only thing I hear Is our heartbeats in tune, This is how I sing to you. All the
Talking softly, You're not seeing my loudest point. My feelings sigh. Breathing deeply And we don't agree everytime Its you and I Step out of this car
Infected deep inside, prosthetic light, falls over my eyes, and these words were spoke in fear, catacombs of rotten smiles, did i mention that im real
now that all this smoke is clearing, the plan has been destroyed and im back here, in puddles of what was my moon light, the only thing that kept me
It was a cold day when johnny he tried his luck they said watch out for yourself you dont give a fuck so he took that hit and threw away his entire life
Why am i so good at bein a fool, why is it so hard for me to realize it, i try to remember the good things i say, its hard to, its hard, its hard to
When i think to myself, and i wonder what ive done to deserve all the pain, that i have inside, alone in my bed, i try not to see what i could have been
Look at this, I've gone and broke down. Another miss, And anyone can see me laughing now. Another failure, I've bought myself. I can't stick together
On the morning i woke up and screamed out loud my god what happened to the life that once made me so proud thoughts of dying thoughts of living past
Hard earned friendship is a well earned tear, Falling from the brownest eyes. Talking to itself all the way down, Raining night time in the sky. Time
In my life, no memory could have matched the day that i saw her once at last eyes so true a face that could stop time can i lie and say we never met
An ordinary world. A solid site at best when I'm staring out at a morning sun. These things I dont need And the music I see when I'm staring straight
I like it when we roll over and over And talk to ourselves It's not like something I wish that I could have, I won't forget it, To talk in circles like
Put out the lights, and now forever will be here just two more moments of death, then all this sickness dissapears, into a blackness, and now ill see
One day of this, the setting sun brings life to all the things i have missed, can we just wait, for other days to throw ourselfs on tracks that hold
