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I'm not shit, I'm champagne |
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Let's all go home and kill ourselves and our radios |
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Where's my head? This isn't mine. |
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Nobody loves a thing everyone is fucking crazy. |
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In control |
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It's not my fault |
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They'll be sorry once I skin them |
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Scared to life |
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A painless death |
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Make sure she knows I love her right before she floats away |
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I can't hear you, screams too loud |
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All my eyedeas (ideas) become perfect little blind spots |
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Fold me in, tucked away |
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I'm starting to think I never learn what I need to learn |
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All things pass we bruise skin |
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Holding onto things we shouldn't be allowed to keep |
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Make them proud dredged in guilt |
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Call me when the miracle reduces to coincidence. |
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My casted wings are almost stubs now... |
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I can't feel a thing... |
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Just like you promised. |
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I was always bad at being good, |
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I was always bad at being good, |
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I was always bad... |
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There's no hell more harsh than a memory. |
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There's no home more hell than an empty nest. |
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Winter takes the warm away. |
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Spring takes the cold away. |
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Summer takes the rain away. |
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And Fall took away my friend. |
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I believe there's never a place better than right where you are. |
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Although imagining an after life can tend to mend a broken heart, |
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And with someone dead, it's a way of coping with loss. |
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But I don't need you out there somewhere if I have you in my thoughts. |
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I don't envy anyone in a position where they're forced to choose, |
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Pull the plug or not I can't tell if this is for me or you. |
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I mean I know you're sick, tired, and confused. |
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But sometimes letting the tired go to sleep is the best thing to do. |
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I will hold your head while the doctor sticks the needle in. |
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I'll always remember our companionship and what it meant, |
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And on Sunday, October the 5th you took your last breath, |
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And you will be missed. |
