brandnew_punk_7
12/28/03, 07:36 PM
Counting Last Seconds
Ill shoot myself before i let you love me
Convict me in front of faceless people
who on my errors alone are bold to judge me
Conscious of my actions,but unaware of my crimes
And all the times i passed your house
Afraid youd see me passing by
This is the last chance i never had
A waste of non-potential now lays in a tuxedo body bag
Pluck my heart string
Make me bleed and make my feelings sing
Im barely holding on
and now i slip, my grip pryed loose by kerosene
We i say i love you in all the wrong ways
your words a match to set my dripping heart ablaze
You find refreshment in this life that now fades
We go to more funerals;we neglect the living;we love dying things
We nourish life for a short while to watch it bloom then leave it withering
Refine my whining to fit your outline of a song
Repeat the chorus,undermind my words,to make it sound "good"
Parents pay doctors to give us medicine to "make sure we're understood"
Pluck my heart string
Make me bleed and make my feelings sing
Im barely holding on
and now i slip, my grip pryed loose by kerosene
We i say i love you in all the wrong ways
your words a match to set my dripping heart ablaze
Ill shoot myself before i let you love me
Convict me in front of faceless people
who on my errors alone are bold to judge me
Conscious of my actions,but unaware of my crimes
And all the times i passed your house
Afraid youd see me passing by
This is the last chance i never had
A waste of non-potential now lays in a tuxedo body bag
Pluck my heart string
Make me bleed and make my feelings sing
Im barely holding on
and now i slip, my grip pryed loose by kerosene
We i say i love you in all the wrong ways
your words a match to set my dripping heart ablaze
You find refreshment in this life that now fades
We go to more funerals;we neglect the living;we love dying things
We nourish life for a short while to watch it bloom then leave it withering
Refine my whining to fit your outline of a song
Repeat the chorus,undermind my words,to make it sound "good"
Parents pay doctors to give us medicine to "make sure we're understood"
Pluck my heart string
Make me bleed and make my feelings sing
Im barely holding on
and now i slip, my grip pryed loose by kerosene
We i say i love you in all the wrong ways
your words a match to set my dripping heart ablaze