I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we used to speak and this bottle of beast is taking me home. I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets and you're not alone and ou're not discreet. You make sure I know who's taking you home. I'm reading your note over again and there's not a word that I comprehend except when you signed it "I will love you always and forever." Well as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder how you're making out. And as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out. I'm missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you're pretending. I'm missing your bed, I never sleep avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep, and this bottle of beast is taking me home. Well as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder how you're making out. And as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out. Your hair is everywhere. Screaming infidelities and taking its wear.
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 kinds of questions come to easy to you now. And 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. The hint of these new tears are sharp. I try to hold them back. It's useless. I'm usless against them. They are beating me with ease. You expect me to apologize for things that you've done wrong while you're inciting others. You're owning up tonothing and I wish that I was gone, because you're not going anywhere. On the way home this car hears my confessions. I think I'll take the long way.
Living In Your Letters
I'm always assuming the worst, but you're going on none the less and there's nothing to cushon your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep pulling me close to home, and there's something to cushon my callous sighs. There's no need to ask for long good good-byes. Embracing for forevers 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 none the less 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 won't ever tell you this distance is terrible. There's not 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 Swiss Army Romance
Sleep with all the lights on, you're not so happy, you're not secure. And you're dying to look cute in your blue jeans, but you're plastic just like everyone. You're just like everyone. And that face that youupaint is pressed impressing most of us as permanent and I'd like to see you undone. College night will draw the crowds. Dorms unload and you're heading out. Here is your moment to shine. Making up a history. But it's nothing from the life you lead but man, they buy all your lines. Sleep with all the sheets off, bearing your mattress, bearing your soul. And you're dying to look smooth with your tattoos but you're searching just like everyone could be anyone. And the friends you have are best at impressing most of us as permanant and I'd like to see you undone. Youth's the most unfaithful misress. Still we forge ahead to miss her rushing our moment to shine. Making up a history. It's nothing from the life you lead but man will they buy all your lines. We're not twenty-one. But the sooner we are the sooner the fun will begin. So get out your fake eyelashes and fake ID's and real disasters ensue, it's cool to take these chances. It's cool to fake romances. Grow up fast, grow up fast grow up fast, grow up fast.
Turpentine Chaser
Well 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 going to break, so our hands will be warm again, but all I want is not to need you now. And sooner or later this code it's going to 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. Well sooner or later this cold it's going to break, so our hands will be warm again, but all I want is not to need you now. And sooner or later this code it's going to break and our works wil be heard again, but all I want are vows of silence now. And the frightening facts we've been facing our backs for so long now are begging for eyes to bear witness to lies and indefference. Now we're saying aloud the things we've declared in our silence. That new coats of paint will not reacquaint broken hearts to broken homes. Broken homes, broken homes.