~im gunna need a picture
because i cant remember the good things
when the bad hits its all i see
because my good things not around
please give me some pictures
injection into my veins
because i cannot feel a thing
i do not feel this sting.~
I had a dream
you were dead in my hands
and i know
what a horrible situation that would have been
now im half naked on the floor
and you watch from above
the last thread of hope has been pulled
from the black sweater i wore
wont you join me outside
in the nice weather with a fag 'n' some jokes
and as the smoke fills your lungs you tell me
just how bad it was.
you tell me it got better and always will too
but ill be out in an hour
because it seems we both lose.
[I dream of you all on a stand
cry me the Cuyahoga river, and sit drenched in your tears
i dream to light a match
set fire to those tears, and send you out of here.]
In the morning ill see it all
not quite alright but i see all that is wrong
the hateful eye that follows
The eyes i want to tear out
in the worst way possible
right out of sight.
i cant run fast enough
and time doesnt fly
so ill just have to lounge till i get to say goodbye
or at least till the next night
[I dream of you all on a stand
cry me the Cuyahoga river, and sit drenched in your tears
i dream to light a match
set fire to those tears, and send you out of here.]
and it begins all over again!
the same old dream about mine and your death!
and as usual i try to save us
and i try to run
but i learn the worst way not to race a gun.
but i fail and we fall
we share the same blood, scattered on the wall
sliding down to write the story of our lives
and the camera on the ceiling will show it
even after its wiped away
and its sketched on their eyes, the ones in the room
this is how we live forever
the memories of them, the stories in the papers,
the film in the camera, the picture ive been waiting for
and that video... on youtube.
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