So i've washed my hands, of all the people
that I once called my friends.
They gave in at dead ends, and drink
like it's the fountain of youth.
But then I found your heart dangling on your family tree...
when inside your head you were screaming 'Marry me...'
I'll get tongue tied with the thought of pillow talk.
I should learn to crawl before I'd walk...
down memory lane, it always rains.

I won't let myself get carried away, carried away again,
whilst the weight of the world bores down on my shoulders.
You give it away, give it away with a flutter of your eyes...
down a drink and add me to your notches.

05.11.09 I spent my night avoiding friendly fires.
And the worst part is you put me out
without even really trying.
& They say song writing is wrong righting.
I'll turn the air blue for some mood lighting.

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