![]() As I criticize it, it's his eye, it.fills the glass, it's all that I could ask for he is drowning in the same room as me and it's the very thing that makes me believe that there are two of him and only one of me. It gets harder to see them as the water rises. Dancing figures, intimate, I know, but, there was more involved that made me believe that there were two of them and only one of me. I Fucking Hate My Friends They Dont Understand My Love for the Eds. I can't remember what it was I felt, or saw, or heard, or touched after hearing the word "hello". Intro F C Am G x2 Verse 1 F C Am G I want it to be selfishly how I want it F C Am One human, read my cue, cue tears G Cue the followed dance around it F C Am G Cause then we can scream F C Am G I. But I can't seem to put my glass down maybe because soon I'll be inside, drowning in its confines, pounding on the glass like I were five. Rated 4 in the best albums of 2009, and 499 of all time album. Released 1 August 2009 on n/a (catalog no. Door number 3 has opened up and like that the world pounces on the k***s of one and two "if we can't have it all, then why have anything at all?" they chant, their song sending shivers up and down, around my spine al cord is aching as if the earth like me's been shaking, shaken up and out into the place we know will give the verdict: them finding that there's something in the water. Masked Dancers: Concern in So Many Things You Forget Where You Are, an Album by The Brave Little Abacus. I want to feel you breathe.Placed behind door number 3, I lay (shaking) will he pick me? Don't be alarmed or misinterpret, for it's his anonymity that put me here I should decide whether it's the dopamine or someone hitting "refresh" on my spine al cord is aching as if the earth, like me's, been shaking, shaken up. Born again, an environment is cut, new, sifted through and through. Take the idea and run it past your head on spinning plates. Please Dont Cry, They Stopped Hours Agolyrics Verse 1: Placed behind door number 3 I lay shaking, will he pick me Dont be alarmed or misinterpret For it. Every time I cry about your transience, I replace you with the thought of the growing moon as I climb towards it, tell myself 'its not too late,' and rest assured that I wont ever have to care about anyone, because its too late and with you it gets harder to realize it gets harder. Gardens get cold and the lone tree's cut to better real estate. In your warmth I'm screaming if only for a minute._mind. And with the rate of the ringing comes yearn for descent. A Highway Got Paved Over My Future, I Drive It Getting to School. ![]() I want to melt into the pavement or, perhaps, the grass. Corrode the sand I see! I want to feel you breathe near the lone tree in between a sky who seldom sees his audience at all and the pave. Over-analytic demeanors, feelings of lonely. I can't just pile aesthetic-perceptive dilemma. I want to melt into the pavement or, perhaps the grass, but as I'd dance within the soil you would derive that I were trapped. Intro You're not listening, I said 'stop' Verse 1 Because it's come to be too much. I want to feel you breathe near the garden in between a sky who seldom sees his audiences' praise and the pave. ![]() If an inexistent overpass is overpassing me and the cars, they go right through it leaving time only to breathe, then it might just be existent, it might bend at the knees, then its entire existence is overpassing me. It's an animal kingdom and this here's your throne. ![]() Treetops, canopy, branches caress three clouds, make it easy to never leave home. ![]()
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