mother nature never smelled so good
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can i taste the flower that you carry
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brilliant minds with pretty faces never cry
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pedastal is crumbling down
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now you're on the ground
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selfless days are way too many
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lay back, spread your legs, and don't make a sound
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hiding bruises he brings you roses
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says "i'm sorry" now it's okay
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no hard feelings, no deep meanings
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you were once special
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but just for a day
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he hook and baits you
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to break you in two
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now no one is saying
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that it'll be all right
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promises when he says "i love you"
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face first to the floor
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now you just don't know
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speak up!
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because no one's listening
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all those lonely nights
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you stayed up and cried
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sick to your stomach with butterflies
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he says "come here and hold me close
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you never really seem to smile when i touch you"
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saccharine sweet flavored drinks
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taste so old
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this burning in your mind
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makes you feel so cold
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no recollection of affection
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we're only safe from harm when nothing
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matters only 20 years have passed
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and you're already feeling old
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bell jar is ringing
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and no one understands the feeling of
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kicking a dead cow
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and hoping that i will come alive
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when everything is wrong
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you just say..
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"i'm doing fine."
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she's reaching for something right
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Speehless
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At The Drive-In |