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No, Darling, No Love Me
I don't want to feel you in my bones.
This heart is an empty shack;
I've gone, there's no one home.
Howl like the wind if you must
Through the cracks and cupboards,
As they creak under the wear and rust.
Oh, I used to play these pipes for you,
Sing to the sky aching with manic songs
Beautiful vibrations in every hue.
My stomach turns when I breathe you in
The old familiar feeling of warmth and love
Feels like creepy critters crawling under my skin.
Only cold dead stare awaits you here
As melancholy as a lone bed in dust and webs
I can not rest when you are near.
I don't want to flog you when panic overcomes
And you only bleed when you try to save me
Because it's myself that I'm running from.
"Forever" sounds like a growl from the dark
Teeth shining in an impatient grimace
The last of dreams shred to pieces in the trailer park.
Run with hell on your heels when I rage for you to go
While I cry slumped against the wall cuz I know
Our demons at a standoff, like it's all just a show
A heart once hoarse with exultations shakes to and fro
The howling seems to scream "no, no, no"
This heart is an empty shack;
I've gone, there's no one home.
Howl like the wind if you must
Through the cracks and cupboards,
As they creak under the wear and rust.
Oh, I used to play these pipes for you,
Sing to the sky aching with manic songs
Beautiful vibrations in every hue.
My stomach turns when I breathe you in
The old familiar feeling of warmth and love
Feels like creepy critters crawling under my skin.
Only cold dead stare awaits you here
As melancholy as a lone bed in dust and webs
I can not rest when you are near.
I don't want to flog you when panic overcomes
And you only bleed when you try to save me
Because it's myself that I'm running from.
"Forever" sounds like a growl from the dark
Teeth shining in an impatient grimace
The last of dreams shred to pieces in the trailer park.
Run with hell on your heels when I rage for you to go
While I cry slumped against the wall cuz I know
Our demons at a standoff, like it's all just a show
A heart once hoarse with exultations shakes to and fro
The howling seems to scream "no, no, no"
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