Sonntag, 22. Dezember 2013

IT'S NOT A FASHION STATEMENT, IT'S A DEATHWISH

You get what everyone else gets,
you get a lifetime.



Do you remember that day when we met?
you told me this gets harder,
and well it did.

Been holding on forever,
promise me that, when I'm gone, you'll kill my enemies.

The damage you've inflicted, temporary wounds,
I'm coming back from the dead,
and I'll take you home with me,
I'm taking back the life you stole.

We never got that far,
this helps me to think all through the night.


Bright lights that
won't kill me now,
or tell me how.
Just you and I, your starless eyes remain.


Hip Hip Hooray for me, you talk to me,
lay still like the dead.

From the razor to the rosary,
we could lose ourselves
and paint these walls in pitchfork red.


This hole you put me in 
wasn't deep enough,
and I'm climbing out right now.


You're running out of places to hide from me


When you go,
just know that I
will remember you.


If living was the hardest part,
we will then, one day,
be together.


And in the end we'll fall apart,
just like the leaves change in colors.

And then I will be with you,
I will be there, one last time now.


When you go,
just know that I
will remember you.


I lost my fear of falling,
I will be with you,
I will be with you.


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