ellowengee
01/03/04, 10:16 PM
Bring me to the Dump:
Leave me standing here, in this silent spot.
this looks like a nice place to dig my own grave
and build myself back up again.
I've reaquanted myself
and i dont think i can let this go.
you ripped out my insides, and it felt good
yea i want you to know it felt good.
I never liked anything about myself,
and i thank you
for this bloody agreement.
Here's to you; Rose:
i'm barefoot in this patch of thorns. I'd ask you to save me, but I'm sure you'd rather see me bleed. Slowly drain this infatuation out of me, then maybe it will hurt less. Retrace my steps from the bloody stains I've made. I'm sorry... I guess I'm lucky I have such high pain tolerance.
the theory of a dead battery:
jump start my heart, im having trouble breathing,
the air supply i've been given chokes more than poison
and if it wasnt for my foolish hope
i would let it take my lungs.
with unkind chances
realize id do anything
if it meant i could spend more time
away from falling apart
i would lay myself down
with every intention of drowning
and i would try my best
not to get back up again.
please know
i could never pull off being this vulnerable
while you're so good at choosing the prey.
Heres Your Explanation:
Broken mirrors, with words written in lipstick. I'm standing right behind you, can you feel this feeling? Do you hear me breathing? Exasperated sighs of pardon, explaining everything that I wanted but could never do. and I guess I'll never know. Imaginations running dry, and my dreams are away on vacation. I looked it all up in the dictionary, and I find myself wondering. If I could write you a letter, I think it would be so sad; that your heart might bleed. Please hang me out to dry before the end of the night.
This Masterpeice:
I painted you a picture, watercolors from the tears I've cried, and its tinted with my blood. I hope you like it; I couldn't afford anything more than everything in me; my one last effort. I don't think I could bring myself any further from you; your everything i want. But If being alone means I couldn't feel like this anymore, then I would bury myself a million feet into the ground. I would repeat these phrases in my mind, as i died. I'd forget that it meant anything more than words... I would forget completely.
Leave me standing here, in this silent spot.
this looks like a nice place to dig my own grave
and build myself back up again.
I've reaquanted myself
and i dont think i can let this go.
you ripped out my insides, and it felt good
yea i want you to know it felt good.
I never liked anything about myself,
and i thank you
for this bloody agreement.
Here's to you; Rose:
i'm barefoot in this patch of thorns. I'd ask you to save me, but I'm sure you'd rather see me bleed. Slowly drain this infatuation out of me, then maybe it will hurt less. Retrace my steps from the bloody stains I've made. I'm sorry... I guess I'm lucky I have such high pain tolerance.
the theory of a dead battery:
jump start my heart, im having trouble breathing,
the air supply i've been given chokes more than poison
and if it wasnt for my foolish hope
i would let it take my lungs.
with unkind chances
realize id do anything
if it meant i could spend more time
away from falling apart
i would lay myself down
with every intention of drowning
and i would try my best
not to get back up again.
please know
i could never pull off being this vulnerable
while you're so good at choosing the prey.
Heres Your Explanation:
Broken mirrors, with words written in lipstick. I'm standing right behind you, can you feel this feeling? Do you hear me breathing? Exasperated sighs of pardon, explaining everything that I wanted but could never do. and I guess I'll never know. Imaginations running dry, and my dreams are away on vacation. I looked it all up in the dictionary, and I find myself wondering. If I could write you a letter, I think it would be so sad; that your heart might bleed. Please hang me out to dry before the end of the night.
This Masterpeice:
I painted you a picture, watercolors from the tears I've cried, and its tinted with my blood. I hope you like it; I couldn't afford anything more than everything in me; my one last effort. I don't think I could bring myself any further from you; your everything i want. But If being alone means I couldn't feel like this anymore, then I would bury myself a million feet into the ground. I would repeat these phrases in my mind, as i died. I'd forget that it meant anything more than words... I would forget completely.