Lyrics
I'm in a lyrics mood, so beware. Putting it behind a cut to save you all from boredom. ;-)
This Ruined Puzzle
This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down.
So the placing goes slowly. The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be.
But the hours they creep. The patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned. You know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "Don't Go".
But I've hidden a note. It's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says...... "Does he ever get the girl? "
But what if the pages stay pressed. The chapters unfinished. The stories too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
This basement's a coffin. I'm buried alive. I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone. I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said goodbye.
But I've hidden a note that's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so inclined.
Does he ever get the girl?
But the hours they creep. The patterns repeat. Don't be concerned.
I know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "Don't Go".
Does he ever get the girl?
Brilliant Dance
So this is all. Thanks for realization that all is gone wrong and nobody cares at all.
So you buried all your lovers clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better.
And the plaster dented from your fist, in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange, besides that being has come to be a "Brilliant Dance" where nobody leads at all,
and the picture frames are facing down, and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task, and thinking is just to much to ask, and your measuring your minutes by a clock thats blinking eight.
Oh this is incredible, starving, insatiable, yes this is love for the first.
Oh you'd like to thing you where invincible, well weren't we all once before we felt lost for the first time?
Well, this is the last time.
This Ruined Puzzle
This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down.
So the placing goes slowly. The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be.
But the hours they creep. The patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned. You know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "Don't Go".
But I've hidden a note. It's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says...... "Does he ever get the girl? "
But what if the pages stay pressed. The chapters unfinished. The stories too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
This basement's a coffin. I'm buried alive. I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone. I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said goodbye.
But I've hidden a note that's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so inclined.
Does he ever get the girl?
But the hours they creep. The patterns repeat. Don't be concerned.
I know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "Don't Go".
Does he ever get the girl?
Brilliant Dance
So this is all. Thanks for realization that all is gone wrong and nobody cares at all.
So you buried all your lovers clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better.
And the plaster dented from your fist, in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange, besides that being has come to be a "Brilliant Dance" where nobody leads at all,
and the picture frames are facing down, and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task, and thinking is just to much to ask, and your measuring your minutes by a clock thats blinking eight.
Oh this is incredible, starving, insatiable, yes this is love for the first.
Oh you'd like to thing you where invincible, well weren't we all once before we felt lost for the first time?
Well, this is the last time.