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For Boys and Girls
There are so many things I have to say to you.
These little secrets are killing me.
I once lost my breath,
but when you pulled back my fingertips
I found it again.
Like the way I stare at your heart
It almost feels like I could fall apart
I once watched a strand of hair fall from your head
and wrap around my fucking neck.
I bet she's into bondage.
You want to be the girl in the magazine,
look how happy she can be.
oh those boys will give you the run around.
fuck, i chased you three city blocks
and just when i thought i'd give up,
you air pumped my lungs to watch me light up.
You want to be the girl in the magazine,
look how happy she can be.
Now we smell your hair and your perfume,
your splash of afterbath.
We hear you sing your songs,
the ones all your friends still hum.
Let's all hold hands in a circle of filth and all die alone.
We all die alone.
Then we dance .
I bet you want to dance
I bet you!
You want to be the girl in the magazine,
look how happy she can be.
Fire on a Feather
If there's a chance,
there's a will,
there's a way,
to make yourself a household name.
Float on the smoke of a self-lit flame.
Rise above the limits and those in the way.
You fall into a selfish cure,
Arrogant eyes, they make future.
Found it out to get it back, keep it forever
Not on my life, as I float on this feather
Matter of physics can get you around
I float like that feather,
Down and down and down.
You fall into it, a selfish cure,
Arrogant eyes, they make future
Found it out to get it back, keep it forever
Not on my life, as I float on this feather
Matter of physics can get you around
I float like that feather,
Down and down and down.
There's a reminder..
that your feather will float through the fire
which falls down, you will always fall down
to everything that matters.
What counts?
on your way down, we'll become
you're everything that matters.
what counts?
on your way down, we'll become…
If you want it then run
to everything that matters
it don't count unless you're having fun..
And it won't float unless it's fired from a gun.
If you want it then run.
You’re everything that matters.
If you want it then run.
You’re everything.
You can't count on a feather.
It floats to the fire, which burns like the sun.
And you can't count on me.
Bleed to Clean
For a moment i lost contact, now I'm straight and we'll forget it.
I used to be luck of the draw, a one-eyed king on top of them all.
Them all. Them all.
And now I am over it, I am over it.
Because I know,
I'll set a fire. I'll set a fire, to keep you warm.
It's the pain in my neck from my head turning fast.
Can't seem to situate the lumps that rise in my bed.
And I can't help but toss and turn, from what you said.
It's what you say that makes me know,
I am over it I am over it.
Because I know,
I'll set a fire, I'll set a fire to keep you warm.
But it's your fire that warms us both.
I've lost count, oh tell me what's the score,
Is it still four to four.
Like salt in a sore I bleed to clean and I'll bleed with you.
Follow me down. This town has little to show.
Forgotten all i used to know. Old situations bring bad vibrations and traces that lead back home.
And traces and traces that lead back home.
I am over it.
Because I 'll set a fire, but your fire will warm us both.
You're An Hour Late
shattered my heart into thousand of parts
every piece scattered at this point it starts
it feels like my wooden dreams have now become real
a burning desire for something or someone to feel
? steam from rising to the streets
taking forever seperate one from me
and now I've spent all my change, I've spent all my money
on a bus fare alone, still here and alone
I've spent all my change, I've spent all my money
and your an hour late
I took the 109 from the southside of town
hoping you'd be home, hoping you'd be home
breaking, I'm breaking, I'm breaking your face (faith?)
I'm breaking, I'm breaking, I'm breaking this relationship
I'm breaking, breaking, I'm breaking your face
oh please let me, oh please let me be
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of running
I said I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of running
I said, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of running
oh the blood is thick and the circulations cutting
Settings to the Seasons
wind between the trees puts a space from you to me.
now entering a city of lights and roads.
down a path where the broken hearts must go
I hope my heart should never know
there’s always a space for you with me
there’s always a space for you with me
?
touch the sky
far away from the fields
where we used to lie around all day
and imagine our dreams
just how our lives should be
there’s always a space for you with me
there’s always that space
there’s always a space for you with me
through our letters and songs
the years will pass
but it won’t be long
till our strengths collide
and the seasons change tide
that’s where I was all along
and through the summer we’ve grown just like the trees
and in autumn we’ll fall away with the leaves
wait till winter and die in the snow
maybe when spring comes we could grow again
there’s always a space for you with me
there’s always a space for you with me