I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone |
I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone |
I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love. |
I scream, but I still don't know why I do it. The sound never stays; it just swells and decays. So what is the point? |
I'll start drinking like the way I drank before. And I just won't have a future anymore. |
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life. |
I’m happy just because I found out I am really no one. |
If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe. |
It's kind of a practical thing to do it this way, |
It's not what you know, but what you're thinking half the time |
Last few months I've been living with this couple, yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles, I love their love and I am thankful, that someone has actually recieved the prize that was promised, by all those fairy tales that drugged us, but still to me I'm sick lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy will my number come up eventually, like love's some kind of lottery where you scratch and see what's underneath Its' sorry, just one cherry, I'll play again get lucky. |
Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam. |
Love's an excuse to get hurt. |
No lies, just love. |
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness. |