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Sift Through the Static
I wish I was blind, to never see a sunrise
I pray this eclipse, will just burn out my eyes…
If truth can be told, I do enjoy the pain
What's a good night sleep to a man who's insane?
I no longer can see this world for its good
I’m so tired of hearing, "I think that you should..."
I'm what you’ve created, I'm what's in your head
I'm the chimaera that's hiding underneath your bed
"Let's not think about the future," she says with a smile
But that's all we thought about, down to that last mile…
Could somebody help to stop the movie in my head
I'm completely frozen, from things that she's said
Like a fairy tale, I know real life is not fair
I'm climbing up to your window, will you let down your hair?
Around my corner there's hope, down my street there's a cure
Oh what I would give for a face at my door
Is the glass half empty, or half full of shit
Pretend the glass is my heart, and you can slowly break it
Spend a day in my head, forget the reality
You’ll realize your dreams sometimes scream mentality…
All the kisses we stole that we shared in the dark
Just tonight I drove by where it was we would park?
Your legs, like scissors, as you shook from my touch
I know we both promised not to let it mean too fucking much
After some time, I’d call it dissipated living
It’s only recently I’ve begun the act of forgiving…
Quick someone get my coat, it’s way too tense for me in here
I’d rather be alone to bottle up my hopes and fears
My stomach was in knots I watched your face turn every shade of red
And if you would, please try not to hold the past over my head
I couldn’t see your face as clear, there must have been smoke in my eyes
But I could see enough my dear, to know half-truths turn into lies
She said, “Your intimidating to some, but yet, still familiar to me…”
Such a shame to waste a smile on a person you seldom see
I’ll sow my own soul till that day comes to reap
I have many more drinks to meet before I can sleep
Kept awake all night, the sky’s filled with loud bombardment
Maybe now you can appreciate that chilly quaint apartment
I pray this eclipse, will just burn out my eyes…
If truth can be told, I do enjoy the pain
What's a good night sleep to a man who's insane?
I no longer can see this world for its good
I’m so tired of hearing, "I think that you should..."
I'm what you’ve created, I'm what's in your head
I'm the chimaera that's hiding underneath your bed
"Let's not think about the future," she says with a smile
But that's all we thought about, down to that last mile…
Could somebody help to stop the movie in my head
I'm completely frozen, from things that she's said
Like a fairy tale, I know real life is not fair
I'm climbing up to your window, will you let down your hair?
Around my corner there's hope, down my street there's a cure
Oh what I would give for a face at my door
Is the glass half empty, or half full of shit
Pretend the glass is my heart, and you can slowly break it
Spend a day in my head, forget the reality
You’ll realize your dreams sometimes scream mentality…
All the kisses we stole that we shared in the dark
Just tonight I drove by where it was we would park?
Your legs, like scissors, as you shook from my touch
I know we both promised not to let it mean too fucking much
After some time, I’d call it dissipated living
It’s only recently I’ve begun the act of forgiving…
Quick someone get my coat, it’s way too tense for me in here
I’d rather be alone to bottle up my hopes and fears
My stomach was in knots I watched your face turn every shade of red
And if you would, please try not to hold the past over my head
I couldn’t see your face as clear, there must have been smoke in my eyes
But I could see enough my dear, to know half-truths turn into lies
She said, “Your intimidating to some, but yet, still familiar to me…”
Such a shame to waste a smile on a person you seldom see
I’ll sow my own soul till that day comes to reap
I have many more drinks to meet before I can sleep
Kept awake all night, the sky’s filled with loud bombardment
Maybe now you can appreciate that chilly quaint apartment
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