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Disconnected Desperate Endings and a Sullied Back Door
there’s a disconnection happening
and it’s pulling out our eyes
it’s holding our hands together
let us lead each other through life.
But there’s a disconnection happening
And now our eyes are gone for good.
Love may be blind but this is torture
Unadulterated beginnings of a newfound hate
Nothing is happening as it should be.
I’ve been told that every song I write
Is about desperate endings, never beginnings
But why write about hello when hello is based on a desperate lie?
Endings and goodbyes are all I remember, all I have.
Hold my hand, we’ll feel my way to the front door
Because you sullied the back with your unexpected unmindful unwanted entrance.
I’ll find my way down the road on my own
There’s a disconnection happening
The final threads are beginning to get stressed listen to them snapping.
The disconnection’s done, no possible way to reconnect
Here’s another goodbye to write about
But now my eyes are gone
It’s all in Braille under my well practiced fingers
Find our way to the front door
I’ll let go of your hand and find my own way down the road.
Fumble over a cigarette, feel the rain that’s only on my face
Hope I don’t get hit by a car
You’ve stolen my eyes
But yours are gone too
The disconnection’s done
Another sad and desperate goodbye
I found my was to the front door
I should be fine from here.
August
Let’s listen to the laughter beginning to pour from our mouths.
The summer months quickly approach and bring thoughts of sunscreen and new love.
But here I’m sitting alone in my room with clouds of white opiate circling my head.
Ok I’m a bitter liar they’re only cigarettes
But you always said that drugs were better than those death sticks anyway.
And I’m going to wait until the warmth of August comes back to me,
July is just as good but by August you will finally be gone.
I’m counting down the days until you jump into that airplane
Leave my life once more and take my beat up heart in your carry-on.
You always leave me in August.
I love the way you laugh it brings joy to my eyes but by August you will be gone.
Bring that month to me so I can get on with another year.
You always leave me in August.
Go ahead already rip it out, pull it faster and harder than you ever did before
(I won’t feel it this way if you do it this way)
It’s August, now it’s time to leave
Pull it faster pull it harder you know it won’t bother me no more
(I won’t feel it this way if you do it this way)
Come on now, it’s August and it’s time to leave.
After all what’s the sense in waiting, prolonging.
I’ll have all winter, fall and spring for prolongation.
Making every stab wound hurt more than it ever did is something you got good at
But now I’ll be stronger and you’ll be gone longer (if not forever)
I don’t need this anymore, please bring August.
You always leave me in August.
You always leave me in August.
And hey it’s August, hey now it’s time to leave.
Go ahead already rip it out, pull it faster and harder than you ever did before
(I won’t feel it this way if you do it this way)
It’s August, now it’s time to leave
Pull it faster pull it harder you know it won’t bother me no more
(I won’t feel it this way if you do it this way)
Come on now, it’s August and it’s time to leave.
Jump onto that plane and don’t forget your carry-on
This time it’s as empty as all your promises.
Left with only a note of what I stole back from you
I hope you realize that this is finally goodbye.
Let the laughter fall out of my lips and let the pilot enjoy that drink.
Let him fall asleep in the cock-pit let the clouds get in the way.
You might get hit by a shooting star and come crashing down to earth and frankly,
Well frankly,
I don’t think I’d really care.
It’s August now, it’s time to leave.
Hope your plane crashes on you
With your empty suitcase and your annoying laugh
You always left me in August.
You always left me in August
Come on, hey now it’s August and it’s time for you to go.
Go ahead already rip it out, pull it faster and harder than you ever did before
(I won’t feel it this way if you do it this way)
It’s August, now it’s time to leave
Pull it faster pull it harder you know it won’t bother me no more
(I won’t feel it this way if you do it this way)
Come on now, it’s August and it’s time to leave.
August has always been your time to leave.
To leave.
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