GhostMachine
10/31/07, 04:17 PM
Landscapes burning underneath the sun,
while the car moves on the dusty road,
shadows grow ever present in the cold,
and the windows fog over with breaths,
while sleepless nights hold my head.
Lost in slow motion,
I was breathing underwater while choking on blood,
hopelessly drowning inside a flood,
I found an outstretched hand,
and in the back of my mind,
her words repeated again...
"Make up your fucking mind,
don't lead me on like this,
I need to know what you want with me,
I need to know if I should just quit..."
Pillows on a bed surrounded by pictures of J. morrison,
eyes watching every move we make,
while subtle kisses and gentle tugs,
lead us along with life's mistakes,
I ignore the fucking pain that used to quake in my heart,
cause with you I'm completely happy,
and no longer feeling torn apart at the seams,
cause I used to be a toy with dead batteries.
And old memories raise themselves from the grave,
and in the back of my head,
your empty love still repeats what you said...
"Make up your fucking mind,
don't lead me on like this,
I need to know what you want with me,
I need to know if I should just quit..."
And I laugh silently when I remember,
cause all the memories of misery I have,
were only cause I couldn't say goodbye,
and while you led me along,
I just wanted to scream,
but all I found was my voice impaling me.
Soft spoken tragedies aren't avoided,
and in my patience I shot the bullet,
that went through your heart when I said never,
cause I can't keep dodging buses forever.
while the car moves on the dusty road,
shadows grow ever present in the cold,
and the windows fog over with breaths,
while sleepless nights hold my head.
Lost in slow motion,
I was breathing underwater while choking on blood,
hopelessly drowning inside a flood,
I found an outstretched hand,
and in the back of my mind,
her words repeated again...
"Make up your fucking mind,
don't lead me on like this,
I need to know what you want with me,
I need to know if I should just quit..."
Pillows on a bed surrounded by pictures of J. morrison,
eyes watching every move we make,
while subtle kisses and gentle tugs,
lead us along with life's mistakes,
I ignore the fucking pain that used to quake in my heart,
cause with you I'm completely happy,
and no longer feeling torn apart at the seams,
cause I used to be a toy with dead batteries.
And old memories raise themselves from the grave,
and in the back of my head,
your empty love still repeats what you said...
"Make up your fucking mind,
don't lead me on like this,
I need to know what you want with me,
I need to know if I should just quit..."
And I laugh silently when I remember,
cause all the memories of misery I have,
were only cause I couldn't say goodbye,
and while you led me along,
I just wanted to scream,
but all I found was my voice impaling me.
Soft spoken tragedies aren't avoided,
and in my patience I shot the bullet,
that went through your heart when I said never,
cause I can't keep dodging buses forever.