[kris] you speak in foreign tongue and i'll stay lost in the translations, i don't care it doesn't matter what you're saying as long as you're here with me these cuts appear from nowhere, i just get used to the scars i get used to the bites of snakes hidden in plain view, we both do your arms hold as many scars as mine, oh what a match we'd make
hand in hand on trips to the infirmary night after night but it would take the courage i can't muster to tell you how beautiful
you look in the rain, with water-soaked tears i fear this feeling won't pass and i'll spend countless nights wondering where you are and when your heart will stop wanting what it doesn't need i'll just feed this longing with unconventional means - like everyone else does i say "one last time" but i've had too many "last times."
and sometines, i fear it will be my last cynicism is becoming and i don't care what they say, i don't care.
make it alright speak paragraphs with your eyes and move mountains with your smile wake me up at 7 AM with a whisper ignoring the birds and bells, we'll lie in bed for hours don't tell me you love me, this isn't a love song don't tell me you love me, don't tell me
i fall asleep at the wheel to dreams of you but wake up in a ditch with shattered glass there's no understanding here
i'll buy my time i've gone through this before i'll stay patient, oh what a virtue! hopelessly hopeful i tire and bore myself
but your eyes are for him they won't see mine but i can wait this out wait for something to spark or fade
put away your make up you're so beautiful that it hurts sometimes i'm taking these trips to the hospital alone don't tell me you love me because this isn't a love song it's just the reality
[justin] you said we had years ahead of us but you said we'd feel better soon i wish i had slit your throat but you don't feel a fucking thing anymore