Late dawns
and early sunsets,
Just like
my favorite scenes,
Then
holding hands and life was perfect,
Just like
up on the screen.
And the
whole time while always giving,
Counting
your face among the living.
Up and down
escalators,
Pennies and
colder fountains,
Elevators
and half price sales,
Trapped in
by all these mountains.
Running
away and hiding with you,
I never
thought they'd get me here.
Not knowing
you'd change from just one bite,
I fought
them all off just to hold you close and tight.
(But does
anyone notice?
But does
anyone care?
And if I
had the guts to put this to your head...
But would
anything matter if you're already dead?
And should
I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
Before I
pull this trigger,
Your eyes
vacant and stained...(2)
And in
saying you loved me,
Made things
harder at best,
And these
words changing nothing
As your
body remains,
And there's
no room in this hell,
There's no
room in the next,
And our
memories deafeat us,
And I'll
end this direst.
But does
anyone notice? ...
Before I
pull this trigger,
Your eyes
vacant and stained...
And in
saying you loved me,
Made things
harder at best,
And these
words changing nothing
As your
body remains,
And there's
no room in this hell,
There's no
room in the next,
But does
anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?
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