39 lines
1.2 KiB
Plaintext
39 lines
1.2 KiB
Plaintext
Dead alive.
|
|
Sleep walking through these last few weeks,
|
|
and still you persist to suffocate the last
|
|
breath of life from my lungs.
|
|
Now my last thought was of you screaming my name.
|
|
The anguish in your voice as I collapse in pain.
|
|
Don't hold your breath for me, because I will let you down.
|
|
Now as I'm losing my voice, never found.
|
|
And if you get there,
|
|
don't even bother calling,
|
|
cause by the time you read this.
|
|
Instill in me your dignity.
|
|
With pride you wast another life of possibility.
|
|
Run the clock down on us.
|
|
I live in the corner you've backed me into.
|
|
And if you get there,
|
|
don't even bother calling,
|
|
cause by the time you read this,
|
|
I'll be gone.
|
|
And when I said I loved you,
|
|
I swear to god I lied.
|
|
Die motherfucker,
|
|
you and your reason why.
|
|
Am I tearing apart your life,
|
|
because you're tearing apart mine.
|
|
Now you won't see what I have made for you.
|
|
Inside I gave you everything.
|
|
Rely on me until I shatter.
|
|
Instill with me the peace you found.
|
|
And so I'm never coming back, until you're gone.
|
|
I can't save you, I can't save you.
|
|
But I want to be hopeful.
|
|
I don't know you, I don't know you, but I want to.
|
|
|
|
_________________
|
|
Name Pillow Talk
|
|
Artist The Killing Tree
|
|
Album Bury Me At Make-Out Creek
|