lifelesslove
07/14/03, 12:09 PM
all these songs i'm now contributing to old or new...this is old
Defect from the tribe
I can read it on your face; I can feel it in my ears. You need a better person, to hear your revised reasoning. Right now, I feel like sleeping (eternally), tossing and turning over, new leafs, switching sides…and tactfully destroying your confidence.
No amount of sutures could save this lost love,
And I couldn’t hold it in anymore, it now leaks out.
From the surface, from every facet,
As I defend myself, from you, and the ghost of you…
Someone who cared.
*Chorus
You'd walk away, and just leave us all to fend,
For ourselves, and when pieces couldn't mend.
You did know your part, in this group, in our tribe….
But somehow, it rolls of your back,
As the words from your tongue color me black
And now everyone knows, why try saving face.
It’s lost its scars (you cover them well); I’ve lost my care
(and this is hell). Beaten, battered, betrayed, all describe the way your tongue feels, and my heart feels.
Find a way to read between the lines, they are tipped with glass,
Covered in barb, and my leaking heart will not be identified as something worthy of picking up, dusting off, keeping for show…. you’ve lost your radiance, and you won’t fix this…you can’t fix this.
Defect from the tribe
I can read it on your face; I can feel it in my ears. You need a better person, to hear your revised reasoning. Right now, I feel like sleeping (eternally), tossing and turning over, new leafs, switching sides…and tactfully destroying your confidence.
No amount of sutures could save this lost love,
And I couldn’t hold it in anymore, it now leaks out.
From the surface, from every facet,
As I defend myself, from you, and the ghost of you…
Someone who cared.
*Chorus
You'd walk away, and just leave us all to fend,
For ourselves, and when pieces couldn't mend.
You did know your part, in this group, in our tribe….
But somehow, it rolls of your back,
As the words from your tongue color me black
And now everyone knows, why try saving face.
It’s lost its scars (you cover them well); I’ve lost my care
(and this is hell). Beaten, battered, betrayed, all describe the way your tongue feels, and my heart feels.
Find a way to read between the lines, they are tipped with glass,
Covered in barb, and my leaking heart will not be identified as something worthy of picking up, dusting off, keeping for show…. you’ve lost your radiance, and you won’t fix this…you can’t fix this.