Celine: You know what's going on here? It's simple. I don't think I love you anymore
Looking like he's staring across the street One hand in his pocket, other holding cigarette Rubbed his head on his forearm, mind on regret Trying to figure out when they started losing steps Spending his night flying solo How many bottles more?
It felt like a chokehold Haven't stepped home since hours ago But how is it home if love goes when heat blows? Took flights to readers and hoes, how did she know? Didn't give a damn anymore, She stormed off and he just let her go Like the wife and kid replaced
'Cause one thought he needed a happy place But it's still the same old phase In a different case with an older face Definitely not like a few or twenty years back Forced to squeeze out what's left in their tank
Sweeties, don't worry, take a rest Mommy's still there struggling to do her best She's taking them to grandma, too much stress Instinct running on what to do next But most likely too busy
Painfully reminiscing to pay attention Missing that young guy with the sweet aggression Well, guess those two occasions Were trying to say something else
One: you're not meant for each other
Two: I said you're not meant for each other
Thought of moving somewhere far with her mother To rip the old and move onto the next chapter Hoping that he won't come after her Down on one knee to beg while playing father Wondered why he didn't think of their daughters Feeling too numb to show face, give closure
Blood in the flowers of a perfect love abandoned Passion's in the twilight zone of a night ocean Broke apart when she pulled the intravenous drip
Now the prospect of forever is a broken pinkie finger He contemplates his end, knowing he'd never get better Penning a suicide note in the form of a love letter Reconstructing all his bad patterns 'til she left It felt the same as mourning for the loss of a friend Consumed by the frenzy of his own codependence She learned how to abandon When she's constantly abandoned
Now he's back to smoking away a pack and half a day And he embraced the alcoholic daze as his default state Just one night lost all of its magic They were destined to be incinerated sungrazing comets Burn the photographs 'cause I don't want you in my head If the full eclipse is matrimony bleeds itself to death I know that you're exhausted to love and be unloved And I confess to the crime, I know it can't be undone
I'm sorry that I lacked the needed courage to accept What I took for granted, now you had the courage to reject The language of romantics is lost in translation We only said "I love you" as a way of our tradition Exploited all my sorries 'til you got accustomed With apologies that it's no longer an essential part of me Leave me in this rotting condition that I deserve
I'm not supposed to feel alive at the mercy of your words Spoken tragedies turned taciturn Now the photographs are burning to the point of no return I am setting you free into the moonlight Take flight with those angelic wings, forgiveness ain't divine And as the moon rises in the quiet of the night sky The promise of eternity vanished for a lifetime Don't resuscitate me with your cryogenic lasers
Let me plunge into the realm of my psycho-fatalism All remaining light is snatched away by the shadows I can no longer hear the singing of the dead sparrows Forsaken by the universe who never gave an answer As to why I shouldn't be the victim of this cancer It's the first stain since our immaculate conception The little demons in my head declared an insurrection And I'm trapped in despair with pain and affliction
So suspend me in the air and execute my crucifixion Set the cross on fire 'til the ashes turn black There is no final revolution that'll end in getting her back Now I'm all alone in what was once a happy home Ten years of marriage, no shit is set in stone In the end, I'm just a name scribbled in her death note What was once a livewire, what is now a dead ghost! (Dead ghost, dead ghost, dead ghost...)
Patrick Wilson: You're good... You're so good, you're so fucking good, You're just like her. You're just like her. You're all just fucking like her! You wanna drive a man fucking crazy! Then go, go with your fucking mind! Go your fucking way! Go! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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