I'm always assuming the worst, but you're going on nonetheless and there's nothing to cusion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep pulling me close to home and there's something to soften my callous sighs. And I know that you hope for longer good-byes embracing for forever and falling in your eyes. In your eyes, in your eyes. Pouring over photographs. I'm living in your letters. Breathe deeply from this envelope it smells like you and I can't be without that scent it's filling me with all you mean to me. To me. Continually failing these trials but you stand by me nonetheless and you won't let me sink though I'm begging you. I'm begging you. Phone calls from further away and messages on my machine but I don't ever tell you this distance seems terrible. And there's no need to test my heart with useless space. These roads go on forever. There will always be a place for you in my heart. So I'll hit the pavement it's gotta be better than waiting and pushing you far away cause I'm scared. So I'll take my chances and head on my way up there, cause turning to you is like falling in love when you're ten.
The Sharp Hint Of New Tears
On the way home this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. This weather; the wind outside is biting. It has left me feeling tired and exposed. You've been asking me to bleed. It seems these questions are come too easy to you now. Your lack of shame comes naturally. I should not be surprised. I should have seen it sooner. You expect me to apologize for things that you've done wrong while you're inciting others. You're owning up to nothing and I wish that I was gone, because you're not going anywhere. This damp air is fighting my defroster. My sighs they ring victorious and fog this tinted glass. It's clouded and so is my head. These hint of new tears are sharp. I try to hold them back. It's useless. I am useless against them. They are beating me with ease. On the way home this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way...
Turpentine Chaser
This paint has been tasting of lead and their chips will fall as they may, but it's not just my finish that's peeling, and it's not alone fleeing these walls. Well sooner or later this cold it's gonna break so our hands will be warm again, but all I want is not to need you now. And sooner or later this cold it's gonna break and our words will be heard again, but all I want are vows of silence now. This turpentine chaser's got kick and the rag that it's soaked in is rich. The fumes aide the pace of my cleaning and as soon as I'm done I am gone. The frightening facts we've been facing our backs for so long now are begging our eyes to bear witness to lies and indifference. Now we're saying aloud the things we've declared in our silence. The new coats of paint will not requaint broken hearts to broken homes. Broken homes, broken homes.
Ender Will Save Us All
It's just like you to contest wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain calousness complies with your charm and in your pride a hopeful look draped in despise. I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it within me? It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you, it's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you. There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you. From you, from you. The harder I push the further I fall. Well you don't mind me being headstrong. But you don't want to sing along. Maybe it's trite but I can always be wrong. It's just like you to contest wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain calousness complies with your charm and in your pride a hopeful look draped in despise. I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it within me? It's hard to expleain how I am getting by on so little from you, it's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you. There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you. From you, from you. The harder I push the further I fall. Well you don't mind me being headstrong. But you don't want to sing along. Maybe it's trite but I can always be wrong.