Wake up, wake up, We cant keep sleeping on the job, Im watching my neck for knives, You plant beneath my jaw, And I cant open up my eyes, Youre far too
My spine can be. The paino keyes, That your finger tips play. Wide eyed as the ships collide, Along the docks of the lower east side, And we're on this
Promise to keep these promises, I write but never read out loud. For their deafening sound, could shake the very ground, below the swollen clouds. If
Test your memory not about arithmetic or the things that you should already know it's 11:30 and it's too early to close your eyes just to say goodnight
This is fleeting, This sick, sickness I'm seaking. With tire tread tired eyes, A toothless smile, You'd love, to defile. Don't let me down. With my
In the morning I'll be, Too tired to wake, From counting constelations I renamed. One for every mistake. They're all named after you. I've acquired
[Originally by Blink 182] She didn't mean to deceive you, believe me But sometimes the hardest part is conceiving The good intentions that you had
Well take your blue eyes, and give them red lines, and purple rings around them, well take all your clothes, make you walk home, from a town youve
The moon is laughing to the beat, Of our shoes pounding on the street, As we flee the scene, Of your mockery, How does it feel to? Get the shit kicked
Ill be the sea to your vacation, A subtle vocation, But I handle it well, Ill be the summer to your dress, The one Id love best, If you didnt wear it
We'll plan to meet, At your parent's residence. I'll let my love for lechery, Take over me, And all my actions, And all my words, But they so seldom
Annonymus. This I promise. And I'd love to keep things like this. You'd rather watch us, From a distance. Than fake this. You'd rather not be... The
Please excuse the lateness of my reply, Dont hold this against me, Four years long and I dont need your company, Please excuse my lack of will to try
She didn't mean to deceive you, believe me But sometimes the hardest part is conceiving The good intentions that you had Now only came to this And
I'm anonymous, this I promise, and I'd rather love to keep it like this, You'd rather be there, in the distance, and fake this, that anyone remembers
I'll be the sea to your vacation, A subtle vocation, But I handle it well, I'll be the summer to your dress, The one I'd love best, If you didn't wear
And this is fleeting, This sick, sickness I'm seeking, With tire tread tired eyes, A crooked smile, You'd love, to defile. Don't let me down, With my