She leaves her love songs loaded by the bedside. She keeps her scars in six chambers and crying takes aim in a trembling hand. I left my goodbye in the dialtone, sincerely cold.
Goddamn these red lights. Get me out of this town while every road still leads home. I�ve worn this suit before. It fits me like the box I call our bed. They won�t bury me if I still tear at the word �forever yours�.
I�ll dig myself a monument, a testimony to your panic. Six feet deep, an elegy delivered by the shovel in clay. I cry to soften the dirt. It�s the love behind your bullet wounds, the panic in your breath. And she said, �I�m ready�, but I wouldn�t want to wake her. I said, �it hurts to breathe�. She said, �it always will�. I�m gagging on decayed amends, entombed in my fifty cent piece eyes.
Will you find what you�re looking for. What the fuck are you afraid of? It�s just my heart. It came with this suit.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
