Bite my tongue and close your eyes
Bloody, Beautiful (K)
Digging through my mind. It's true, I've seen your kind. Kiss me as you please. I am at my knees. It's true you're bloody beautiful, though childish in your petty ways I'd say your perfect. Climbing up these punched in walls after three weeks of no-more-calls and, I'd rather see you gone. I danced across his room as he sat upon my tomb. "Forget this isn't right, dance with me tonight." I fell across his room, broken torn and bruised. "You know this cannot be, I'll forget you happily." Naive, thoughtless girl, he says you weep in pearls. I can't see your tears, I've broken all my mirrors.
Got My Attention (K)
Got my attention, staring in my direction.. Your music breathes tonight, stay within my sight. Odd, lovely boy, I dare you, to laugh at me to my face. Your circles are endless, my lines are askew, and yet it's you I can't replace. Careful, indicative boy, I trust you, to look me in the eyes. I'll mean it when I say, I love you too, just promise me no more lies. Got my attention, (you) manipulate my perception.. I'll live your ever word, if of your love I'm assured. Got my attention, staring at my reflection, in your eyes tonight.. This feels all (so) right..
Holiday Songs And Broken Hearts (Pete)
Sing your sweet melody, whisper it unto me. Lift me up onto your beauty's wings, don't ever let me go. Wandering around under the sea, while a holiday song plays through my memory. A day or yesterday, a day of love, this horrible pain just kicks and shoves... its way through my heart, its way through my soul. Magic maker, what do I behold? Is this for real? Is it just a lie? This shooting star brought forth from the sky. Breathe your life into me. A careful prayer you wish to set free. Lift me up into the depths of despair with the sweet perfume of your body's air. I see this girl, she's smiling at me, while her laugh play through my melody. A day of yesterday, when I did believe. This same old pain just likes to bleed...
Outta Sight, Outta Mind (Pete)
Where were you when I called last night? Did you go somewhere outside? I've been trying to get ahold of you all night. I guess you're better off outta sight. (Whoa, no) You don't understand. (Whoa, no) Just wanna be your man. (Whoa, no) You don't understand. (Whoa, no) Just wanna be your man. Hey girl, where were you today? I just wanted to drop by and say hey. I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow, once you get over your sorrow.
Periodic (K)
I forget sometimes that you forget all those things that we, that we memorized, together. The lost existance of we, now, it's just you and me, and I'm wondering just what brought us here. The days have turned beautiful since I gave up, and I can't agree. No wait, I'm not confused, just waiting to be used, my dear, I am passionate. No wait, I'm not confused, just waiting to get used to, my dear you are indifferent. I was once your hydrogen, now I'm carbon monoxide, I am waiting for you to breathe me in. I'm no longer needing, just wanting to touch you, just wanting to hear you say let's forget all of this. The night's with their stars (so defunc)t I can relate to, they're frustrated, too. Daybreak, sundown, and I'm choosing to lose you.
Reality Versus (Rebecca and K)
Every night they act a different movie, but his motives, so blurry and confused. And she was always so damn pretty.. how many words can they centrifuge? Forget-me-nots fill the spaces between them, on her soaked-in rooftop. And if I knew how to count all the roses then I could prove him false. If she had it her way, she'd forget, and if he had it his, she'd be gone. As it is, both are realizing and scared. Must be that too many times, they were wrong.
SEW (K)
One night she went dancing on rooftops and in hip stripjoints. Chance that she glance over to a petal pervaded park. Her eyes melted against will for standing still by a wall they melted together. Blue eyes, and salty lips, she stands on tips of leather boots to reach him. She is waiting for her turn with Mr. Perfect Punk Lad. Scot free to do what she's held back by some premonition. All she wants is less and she'll not confess that she is worse than she seems. At night she escapes in tears for all her fears have seemed to be confirmed. Boys her decoys don't know just what they're headed in for. She's not sure of what she wants all she knows is that she wants it. Allow her to figure herself out, she's figuring just how she wants to be. Pink and plaid have scratched her face; she's drawn in lace, with stiched up seams.