every outcome's such a comedown.
what you wish for won't come true.
i can be everything you need if you make me.
the closure that i gave you, i regretted it
i bet you love this, don't you?
the seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet
i carry your image, your grandfather's coffin,
and Ed, if you hear me, i think of you often.
that's all i can offer; that's all that i know how to give.
i was made to love you, can't you tell?
dead letters still can speak
did you ever wish you were somebody else?
as we sing along to our demise
never set free, you know where i'll be
is this all there is? fuck. fuck. fuck.
coldest eyes, and the softest touch
but for you, i was just a passerby
you left me that belief
i just want to be something more than the mud in your eyes
i must have died alone, a long, long time ago
picture this: a long-awaited sickening kiss
and you are colder than oldness could ever be
i swear i'm a good man
the feelings change so fast; safety scares them away.
great news: thursday still rips live, and there are still pits at thursday shows, and i nearly busted my ass, and they played my favorite song, and i screamed my lungs out :)
when you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts
when you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts
and the only thing that would come out was