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Same shit, different day...
These I all wrote one morning this week on the bus


My heart it does break -
Everytime you do wake -
On her comfy bed -
No where near to my head.

My eyes they do cry -
When I think of your lies -
you say what you want-
but I know that you're not.

Where do islands roam to when the earth it gives away?
Floating on the surface of a water that won't stay away...
When the bridges all break,
When the ships, they all sink
We'll carry this torch
And burn to the brink,
The edge of destruction,
Workers stay home
Work as a whole
and end up alone

Throwing secondhand glances
At second last chances
That no one will claim
Without catching your name

This secrecy kills
my lips are sewn closed
with needle and thread
and a bolt through my nose

The angels don't fly
when i need them to
They won't take the message
that I have for you

Soemtimes the houses roll by
and I don't even blink
this unmoving eye
Caught up in my thinking

you paint the town red
when everyone's dead
They can't all rebel
when their souls are in hell

Sometimes I scream
at remembering of you
It's all just a dream,
and still a nightmare too.

So you let yourself die
While I watch through the flames
Thier burning eyes cry
I can't remember their names

All of this to keep you for myself

These bridges do burn
I threw the match
We all go in turn
And the embers do catch

With flames in your eyes
And stones in your heart
It's hard to tell what you say
It's hard to tell what you aren't

Sleevless and succumbed
I leave myself numbed
All the pictures on the wall
Are the memories of fall