I feel your world again inside of me
calm and undisturbing
I sit. I'm waiting,
waiting for you to come and run me over.
and anything they taught you
(five minutes)
in that school choir of yours,
(ten seconds)
you know it's wrong, know it's wrong, know it's wrong.
(forty hours, waste away, it was a waste of time)
and everytime I find you
(a brillow pad)
behind black and unmarked doors.
(a scar face??)
maybe then, maybe then you'll be sleeping.
(a saint's brigade is marching all the martyrs to dance with hers)
and everything they taught you,
and anything they want to
push me down your stairs again.
as my skull cracks, your laughter filters in
and through the way I feel
but I never talk to you.
never talk to you
never talk to you
it hurts
(?)
I'll stay
(walking up the stairs)
patent leather shoes
(temper tantrums makes the words look old and worn away)
grinds my empty wooden floors
I'll wait
(?)
for you
(a m***led voice)
open and detoppled over ashley's leather shoes
(the film is caught between the jeans and broken cars)
and I feel rotten
and i feel __
i'm always __
???
ashley gets a birthday present
ashley gets a birthday present
(I'm always broken)
ashley gets a birthday present
(I feel broken)
ashley gets a birthday present
(I'm always dying)
and anything they ask you
and everything they thought was
push me down your stairs again.
and as my skull cracks, your laughter filters in
and through and the way I feel
but I never talk to you.
never would, never could talk to you.
it's always there. you're always there.
and anything that I would say..
why did I even get out of bed today?
so you've been bad and I must pay.
but it's just bread and water for me today,
today.
and anything they thought was _
open and detoppled _ and intersections __
?????
why did you have to be so mean
?????
i was born
since i was born
calm and undisturbing
I sit. I'm waiting,
waiting for you to come and run me over.
and anything they taught you
(five minutes)
in that school choir of yours,
(ten seconds)
you know it's wrong, know it's wrong, know it's wrong.
(forty hours, waste away, it was a waste of time)
and everytime I find you
(a brillow pad)
behind black and unmarked doors.
(a scar face??)
maybe then, maybe then you'll be sleeping.
(a saint's brigade is marching all the martyrs to dance with hers)
and everything they taught you,
and anything they want to
push me down your stairs again.
as my skull cracks, your laughter filters in
and through the way I feel
but I never talk to you.
never talk to you
never talk to you
it hurts
(?)
I'll stay
(walking up the stairs)
patent leather shoes
(temper tantrums makes the words look old and worn away)
grinds my empty wooden floors
I'll wait
(?)
for you
(a m***led voice)
open and detoppled over ashley's leather shoes
(the film is caught between the jeans and broken cars)
and I feel rotten
and i feel __
i'm always __
???
ashley gets a birthday present
ashley gets a birthday present
(I'm always broken)
ashley gets a birthday present
(I feel broken)
ashley gets a birthday present
(I'm always dying)
and anything they ask you
and everything they thought was
push me down your stairs again.
and as my skull cracks, your laughter filters in
and through and the way I feel
but I never talk to you.
never would, never could talk to you.
it's always there. you're always there.
and anything that I would say..
why did I even get out of bed today?
so you've been bad and I must pay.
but it's just bread and water for me today,
today.
and anything they thought was _
open and detoppled _ and intersections __
?????
why did you have to be so mean
?????
i was born
since i was born