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Cold as a tomb's Blurty:
| Saturday, June 28th, 2008 | |
| 11:48 pm | Maybe you're the one that's overrated. |
| 10:56 pm | And I would give anything for you, anything for you to know me now. |
| 6:51 pm | So I look up to the stars and wonder out loud why everything I had in life has fallen from my arms. Can you even hear this song? I'm screaming at the clouds, screaming to a galaxy that never cared at all that I need you here. |
| 1:03 am | You're never visible on the weekdays, when I need you to do what you can't afford to do. |
| 12:05 am | Take back what's mine. Just leave me in it and everything that I believe in. She's shaking. She's shaking. Please act surprised. |
| Tuesday, June 24th, 2008 | |
| 7:37 pm | Here Goes Nothing- Punchline You said that I was the one who was gonna make you proud, with the attitude that I was letting you down. All I wanted was a little support. Instead of rubbing my face in the dirt. Can't you see this is killing me? So long, I'm sorry. I never wanted to be so far away from you. But now I've grown up and I've moved on. Don't be waiting by the phone, because I probably won't be calling home today. On and on with the same dumb questions every day. Don't you care about whats important to me in my life, important to me every day? Now I'm standing at the door just like one thousand times before. I don't know if I want to go in. I've made some mistakes in my life but this time I've gotta get it right. I don't know if I want to go home. |
| Tuesday, June 10th, 2008 | |
| 7:31 pm | There's nothing left to say. |
| Monday, June 9th, 2008 | |
| 10:26 pm | I don't want anyone else. |
| 6:41 pm | you did the right thing, covered your scars, challenged your faith, and closed your eyes. driving cars for all that they knew you were safe home, but you went through hell whenever you were left alone. |
| Sunday, June 8th, 2008 | |
| 11:06 pm | Approach The Bench- theAUDITION The crimes I've committed aren't heard by any judge And there are only two in this courtroom and I must confess. What's done is done and I'm not the type that can't be conned into being convinced. We both know this. I should be ashamed of this, I'm not, 'Cause I have tasted grapes. This smile, don't look. It's my bait, my words, the hook. [x2] These acts of immorality are the only things keeping me quiet Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm only as loyal as my options? I can't believe that you would ever trust me. I should be ashamed of this, I'm not, 'Cause I have tasted grapes. This smile, don't look. It's my bait, my words, the hook. [x2] You could call me a rolling stone 'cause I'm always on the road Every night I wonder if you're there alone. I should be ashamed of this, I'm not, 'Cause I have tasted grapes. This smile, don't look. It's my bait, my words, the hook. [x2] I should be ashamed of this, I'm not, 'Cause I have tasted grapes. This smile, don't look. It's my bait, my words, the hook. [x2] |
| 10:36 pm | I know that I shouldn't let it get to me, but it does, and who am I kidding? |
| 9:48 pm | This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb- Thursday do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard, setting off the car alarms as it passes by? do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios? shut the window, love. keep the world outside. I don't want to think about anyone but the footsteps are getting louder, drowning out the sound of the rain, as it knocks on the windowsill. I'm not answering the phone - let it ring. lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. the ground is getting closer and the sky is falling down. this song has been brought to you this song has been brought to you by a falling bomb. by a falling bomb. |
| 8:53 pm | Lullaby- Armor for Sleep Didn't they teach you everything's okay if you settle enough? Forget your dreams. Let's pretend I'm everything you want me to be. Complicated breathing. You never had the guts just to throw me away. Life moves slow when everything's a worse version of what you need. And I'm just the ground that you happened to fall on when you lost your balance walking around in the rain. And you got to your feet, scratched your head, and started to gather the life that you dropped all around me. I can't fight for a graveyard anymore. Some people have their money to keep their legs pumping away at the ground. What moves me is fear that I'll always be alone at the end of the day (at the end of the day). And I'm just the ground that you happened to fall on when you lost your balance walking around in the rain. And you got to your feet, scratched your head, and started to gather the life that you dropped all around me. I can't fight for a graveyard. I can't fight for a graveyard anymore. I'm just the ground that you happened to fall on. I'm just the ground. I'm just the ground. I'm just the ground. And I'm just the ground that you happened to fall on when you lost your balance walking around in the rain. And you got to your feet, scratched your head, and started to gather the life that you dropped all around me. I'm just the ground. I'm just the ground. I'm just the ground. I'm just the ground. I can't fight for a graveyard anymore. |
| 1:35 pm | Dear Tragedy- Bayside I'm never waking up again so I'll never have to find out what you did. Each day it's harder to pretend. That your eyes aren't lying as much as your mouth did. I'd grab your head by your hair and I'd hack it off. And put it on display at the front of the yard on a stick that's decorated with a little pink bow and a sign that says "Her friends and family should have taught her more about love." Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody. But being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker. But these years alone have eaten me alive. Recounting pages in a book. That I'd torn out ashamed that one day you'd look. Afraid that once you did you'd really know how it felt to be a sucker on a string that you dragged around wherever you'd go. I'm running around, around and it hurts. Tempted to tape up the pages I'd ripped. And although I recognize that we're attached at the lips, you're the one in charge and that the captain's gotta sink with the ship. I never had anybody. But being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker. These years alone have eaten me alive. Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody. But being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker. years alone have eaten me alive. Breath taker, smile faker, How could I have let you in my life? You're a breath taker, a smile faker. These years alone have eaten me alive. I never had anybody. But being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker. (Dear Tragedy, Dear Tragedy) These years alone have eaten me alive. (You'll pay for what you did to me, you'll pay for you what did to me) |
| Saturday, June 7th, 2008 | |
| 7:25 pm | A Sea Chanty Of Sorts- Margot & The Nuclear So and So's Do what you like. You don't have to be nice. Just pour yourself a cup of coffee. Leave anytime. You don't have to be right. You've gotta live the best you know how. And if you love, well, that should be enough. Instead, it turns your joy into sorrow, and I can't breathe with the dust of retreat. I'm choking on the fumes of my wayward back. My women lied. She was a witch in disguise. And she dressed her wounds in sackcloth and ashes. The children weep at their dead mother's feet. Her husband's drunk, a wolf in a sheepskin coat. And when we kissed, it didn't feel poisonous. And when you cried, I dried off your blue eyes. She smiles at me as she is falling asleep, says, "We've gotta live the best we know how to." |
| Thursday, June 5th, 2008 | |
| 8:33 pm | Dying In New Brunswick- Thursday You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you. And in the streets you walk. You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true. They say it doesn't happen that often. But it's happening right now. I'm writing you this letter to let you know I'm not alright. And in this city the streets are paved with hate And you cry yourself to sleep tonight. And say "no, there aren't enough love songs in the sky." You counted down the days till you could say "Bye-bye, city, bye-bye" You're walking down on Union You see the roads and know they're apart of you. They say it doesn't happen that often But it's happening right now. I'm writing you a second time. To let you know nothing here has changed. The streets are still paved with hate. So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight. Will you look back on this night As the day that ruined your life. Will you look back on these city streets and say, "Oh, God, where are you?" In these city streets I hide my face. I turn away when you look at me And every night when I try and sleep. I feel your hands all over my body. You stripped away the street signs and shot out all the stop lights. If you smashed away all the building what would you have left? |
| 8:29 pm | "So cry yourself to sleep. Cry yourself to sleep 'cause I am strong and you are weak. Wait, you are strong, and I am weak. Fuck, just cry yourself to sleep." |
| 8:24 pm | Out Go the Candles- Ruiner broken knucles, bleeding foreheads, shirt collars im still grabbing. accusations, rolling eyes, reasins im still pulling my hair out. those fucking chords stretched through broken glass never summed up so much. all of this to be raped of my self esteem and expose my fucking self. tonight, what could possibly go right? what could possibly go fucking right? every toothless grin (you are the few) im sick of saying, its just not worth this shit. for every kid thats waiting to die (you know our names.) im sick of saying, its just not worth this shit. no point in saying this will all work out....so many days i could go without but the point of it all is to never look back so i live for today and i die by the nights. these veins are burning fucking red and this is when i cant turn back. what could possibly go right? |
| Wednesday, June 4th, 2008 | |
| 11:07 pm | lord, is it monday again? boy, are you leaving again? and are we fighting, or can we be friends? you say, "it's so hard to love you from afar. and i would hold you, but i don't know where you are. you can call me later today if you decide to join the human race, okay?" |
| Monday, June 2nd, 2008 | |
| 10:52 pm | Roger's and Holland's Feeling- Chiodos Bros. there is no trace of a healing. your falling tears ignite this selfish feeling. it keeps me warm to know you're not content. a quick reminder of our winters spent. as we consume our last moments together, a lesson learned that will haunt us forever. it took an ending for me to realize, to face these pacts and retract our growing lies. don't tell me i was a mistake and you regret every choice we made. and think of nothing every time you hear my name and if you don't bow your head and feel ashamed. when our eyes last met i knew that you were not okay, but nothing matters when you're surfing on these vibes. i have these thoughts of holding hands with you another day. there is no cure, there is no cure. for the sickness that you bring, with what you bring. |