I am held together by clothes pins and tension, A wealth of odds and ends I'm dazzling like the neon street sign Hiccuping off and on again all night
In the light In the daylight it's all wrong To revel in your memory The smell of your body And the seconds that it kept me warm And I'm coming down
How ironic it all seems because I remember you telling me about other lovers running out of words to say to each other and how beautiful you thought
if i bent like you said was best, would that change a thing? if i spent myself... or what's left would you still leave me here? you're so sorry about
i must be glorious i must be a sight to see or maybe you could comfort me and i come to you strangled in things i'm told are flattering maybe you could
I'm wide awake and so alive ringing like a bell tell this is paradise not some place I fell 'cause I keep falling down I want to feel the car
I spent more than my share on temptation Trying to cool my swollen tongue I gorged myself on all that free good will And left the others none What I
Am I pretty enough for you Now that my ribs show through? With a little makeup I can look brand new But can I be prettyenough for you? Fill me with
I miss the sound of your voice and I miss the rush of your skin and I miss the still of the silence as you breathe out, and I breathe in if I could
Somewhere in between the beginning and the end September took the tourist and settled in for good You could hear the trains again Brooklyn girls in
I shouldn't need to wish that I am all I am not I shouldn't need to always offer you my thoughts, but I do And I've opened myself up to the wrong and
some, would let it go to start again knowing now how all our best intentions never lit the world on fire lights, illuminate the exit signs and over the
Don't worship me, I'm not what you need My words are my words, nothing more I love and hate just like you I'm beautiful and weak just like you I worship
so i wear you out... so who would've thought that you'd still be here now and i swore dear that i never wanted to be any better than your weakest moment
You're so delicious you're so soft sweet on the tip of my tongue you taste like sunlight and strawberry bubble gum you bite my lip you spike my blood
I'm ready to embrace this, I'm ready for repair I've got so many layers left by amateur painters Who covered over what was there I stuffed myself sick
i've got bravery that shorts out on me i see superstars in common thieves and i see all you give up and i try to be as much everything you say it sounds
My idols are cracking and breaking apart piece by piece I brush their dust off my pedestal And through the cloud I've kicked up I can just make out your
