So unaffectionate, so insecure You claim to know a thing or two about heartache And what it's like to have your insides torn out And I believe you I see it every time your pallbearer's palor is obscured by the darkness Dancing across your face, and when the blackness veils your eyes in pain I know what it's like when memories make you wince And love letters read like obituaries And photo albums are the books of the dead I need no reminders, no more reminders I'll forget the past and lay it to rest
If I had my way I'd cut the calluses off your breaking heart If I could get past the sternum Cauterize those wounds with Every kiss I could give to you I'm holding your heart in my hand The reason it still beats
Am I being too cryptic? Am I being too obscure? Love kills, romance is dead And I don't even trust myself But I love you And you can pull my wings apart And pin me down under glass Until the end of days if it can help you Discover that we share the same pain I just hope you write your thesis Before your subject is dead No life after deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
