cyndaroo
03/18/07, 01:45 PM
We’ll Always Have Vendetta…
Red…
I’m giving up tonight, after one last brutal attempt.
I’ll stop the train tonight or end this splattered on the cement.
I’ll probably stain the streets you walk upon with her by your side,
My one true confidant, oblivious to my wild ride.
I scream. You turn. But then distraction hits.
Your dreams. So blurred. Her smile or my wit.
I…
Load up my baggage, packed and ready for an easy escape,
So God damn tragic hauling empty bottles and old mistakes.
Oh how heart warming, you’ve been cleaning out my empty room.
The flies start swarming well aware of my impending doom.
This fight. It’s done. You chose the easy way.
I’m still. The one. But baby not today.
You…
Called in for backup when you heard that I was coming around.
No need for that love, I’m just burning bridges into the ground.
This could end badly so go lock up all the children and wives.
You nearly had me, hiding sleeping pills and kitchen knives.
I’m tired. You’re dead. To everyone but me.
I’ve cleared. My head. But you will never see.
This train. Won’t stop. I’m bracing for the hit.
You turned. To gawk. But now you’re over it.
Red…
I’m giving up tonight, after one last brutal attempt.
I’ll stop the train tonight or end this splattered on the cement.
I’ll probably stain the streets you walk upon with her by your side,
My one true confidant, oblivious to my wild ride.
I scream. You turn. But then distraction hits.
Your dreams. So blurred. Her smile or my wit.
I…
Load up my baggage, packed and ready for an easy escape,
So God damn tragic hauling empty bottles and old mistakes.
Oh how heart warming, you’ve been cleaning out my empty room.
The flies start swarming well aware of my impending doom.
This fight. It’s done. You chose the easy way.
I’m still. The one. But baby not today.
You…
Called in for backup when you heard that I was coming around.
No need for that love, I’m just burning bridges into the ground.
This could end badly so go lock up all the children and wives.
You nearly had me, hiding sleeping pills and kitchen knives.
I’m tired. You’re dead. To everyone but me.
I’ve cleared. My head. But you will never see.
This train. Won’t stop. I’m bracing for the hit.
You turned. To gawk. But now you’re over it.