| Current mood: |  pissed off |
| Current music: | brand new-70x7 |
kiss my fist
it's the last part of me you'll ever be close to
with knuckles bruised and swollen
from the walls i wished were you
kiss my wrists
bleeding, with scars that will never compare
to the ones you left on my heart
no more tears-ever again.
because i just want you dead
i don't want to be your friend
tell this story in the concrete pages
and steel words of the wreckage of a city
whose glorious demise could never compare
to the way we self destructed
and in the wreckage of a burned out car
carve my name into your arm
because it's the last time i'll ever let you
think about me again.
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i'm taking my small victories where i can get them
in a world were everything has collapsed in such beautiful defeat
removing you from my life
your name from my heart
you face from me eyes
your voice from my ears
your kiss from my lips
your touch from my hand
and your pathetic self from my car
is the smallest victory i can find.
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some lyrics that aren't mine...
was this for real? it's hard to tell
cause it was such a beautiful mess we had got into
i'm gonna overcome this
paper hearts can't win this time
and all along i should have known this
wasn't your dream it was mine
i know you wanted me
to give up this life to be
everything i was back when
you had the hands my heart was in
i was never good at goodbye...
can i swallow this bottle whole?
so this brain in my head can forget your face
yellowcard-firewater
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