| Bend and Not Break | |||||||||||
| I catalog these steps now, decisive and intentioned Precise and patterned specifically to your's I'm talented at breathing, expecially exhaling So that my chest will rise and fall with your's I'm careful not to wake you, fearing conversation It's better just to hold you and kepp pacified I'm talented with reason, I cover all the angles I can't fail before I ever try Try to understand, there is an old mistake that fools will make And I'm the king of them, pushing everything that's good away So won't you hold me ? I will not bend, I will not break Won't you hold me now? For you I rise, for you I fall I am fairly agile, I can bend and not break Or I can break and take it with a smile And I am so resilient, I recover quickly I'll convince you soon that I am fine |
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| Ghost of a Good Thing | |||||||||||
| I guess it's luck, but it's the same hard luck You've been trying to tame Maybe it's love but it's like you said... Love is like a role that we play But I believe in you so much I could die for the words that you say But you're chasing the ghost of a good thing Haunting yourself, As the real thing is getting away from you again while you're chasing ghosts Just bend the pieces 'till they fit Like they were made for it But they weren't made for this No, they weren't made for this |
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| Am I Missing | |||||||||||
| Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma Was it worth it when it was over? Proving yourself right You'd make the biggest noise Well, I'd lock my hands behind my head I'd cover my heart and hit the deck I'd brace myself for the impact if I were you It's a long wait for an answer Is there any news? Is there any word? Was there trauma? Or a struggle? Am I missing? Or was the body found? Is there anything worth looking for? Worth loving for? Worth lying for? Is there anything worth waiting for? Worth living for? Worth dying for? |
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| Morning Calls | |||||||||||
| Morning calls for pain relief A line above the step beneath The worst that you could do And the best that you could hope for, is hardly the best Tepid waters chase the pills With turpentine and chamomile And don't get cheap with the wine You need to be up all of the time Shield you eyes, conceal your lies Don't blink, everyone's watching They'll think you're up to something They need for you to be everything That they cannot be themselves |
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