[kris]
you speak in foreign tongue
and i'll stay lost in the translations, i don't care
it doesn't matter what you're saying
as long as you're here with me
these cuts appear from nowhere,
i just get used to the scars
i get used to the b***s of snakes hidden in plain view,
we both do
your arms hold as many scars as mine,
oh what a match we'd make
hand in hand on trips to the infirmary
night after night
but it would take the courage i can't muster to tell you
how beautiful
you look in the rain, with water-soaked tears
i fear this feeling won't pass
and i'll spend countless nights wondering where you are
and when your heart will stop
wanting what it doesn't need
i'll just feed this longing with unconventional means -
like everyone else does
i say "one last time" but i've had too many "last times."
and sometines, i fear it will be my last
cynicism is becoming
and i don't care what they say, i don't care.
make it alright
speak paragraphs with your eyes
and move mountains with your smile
wake me up at 7 AM with a whisper
ignoring the birds and bells, we'll lie in bed for hours
don't tell me you love me, this isn't a love song
don't tell me you love me, don't tell me
i fall asleep at the wheel to dreams of you
but wake up in a ditch with shattered glass
there's no understanding here
i'll buy my time
i've gone through this before
i'll stay patient, oh what a virtue!
hopelessly hopeful
i tire and bore myself
but your eyes are for him
they won't see mine
but i can wait this out
wait for something to spark or fade
put away your make up
you're so beautiful that it hurts sometimes
i'm taking these trips to the hospital alone
don't tell me you love me
because this isn't a love song
it's just the reality
[justin]
you said we had years ahead of us
but you said we'd feel better soon
i wish i had slit your throat
but you don't feel a f****** thing anymore
you speak in foreign tongue
and i'll stay lost in the translations, i don't care
it doesn't matter what you're saying
as long as you're here with me
these cuts appear from nowhere,
i just get used to the scars
i get used to the b***s of snakes hidden in plain view,
we both do
your arms hold as many scars as mine,
oh what a match we'd make
hand in hand on trips to the infirmary
night after night
but it would take the courage i can't muster to tell you
how beautiful
you look in the rain, with water-soaked tears
i fear this feeling won't pass
and i'll spend countless nights wondering where you are
and when your heart will stop
wanting what it doesn't need
i'll just feed this longing with unconventional means -
like everyone else does
i say "one last time" but i've had too many "last times."
and sometines, i fear it will be my last
cynicism is becoming
and i don't care what they say, i don't care.
make it alright
speak paragraphs with your eyes
and move mountains with your smile
wake me up at 7 AM with a whisper
ignoring the birds and bells, we'll lie in bed for hours
don't tell me you love me, this isn't a love song
don't tell me you love me, don't tell me
i fall asleep at the wheel to dreams of you
but wake up in a ditch with shattered glass
there's no understanding here
i'll buy my time
i've gone through this before
i'll stay patient, oh what a virtue!
hopelessly hopeful
i tire and bore myself
but your eyes are for him
they won't see mine
but i can wait this out
wait for something to spark or fade
put away your make up
you're so beautiful that it hurts sometimes
i'm taking these trips to the hospital alone
don't tell me you love me
because this isn't a love song
it's just the reality
[justin]
you said we had years ahead of us
but you said we'd feel better soon
i wish i had slit your throat
but you don't feel a f****** thing anymore