I'm missing your bed I never sleep Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak And this bottle of beast is taking me home I'm cuddling close To blankets
On the way home This car hears my confession I think, tonight I'll take the long way In this weather The wind outside is biting It's left me feeling tired
Sleep with all the lights on You're not so happy You're not secure You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans But you're plastic just like everyone
Consider the odds, consider the obvious The martyr is meaningless The campaign has died in the planning stages And the fallen faces are the singular proofs
So this is odd Painful realization that all has gone wrong And nobody cares at all And nobody cares at all So you buried all your lovers clothes And
This paint has been tasting of lead And the chips will fall as they may But it's not just my finish that is peeling And it is not alone fleeing these
This is where I say I've had enough And no one should ever feel the way that I feel now A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises And I don't
I'm always assuming the worst But you're going on nonetheless And there's nothing to cushion your heart led fall Letters from further away keep pulling
I heard about your trip I heard about your souvenirs I heard about the cool breeze and the cool nights And the cool guys that you spent them with I guess
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself And covered with a perfect shell Such a charming beautiful exterior Laced with brilliant smiles and shining
: She fixes her lips they Always look perfect never a smudged line never too much I try on my blue shirt she told me she liked it she wonders where I
: Sleep with all the lights on. You're not so happy. You're not secure. You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans, but you're plastic just like everyone
: So she says "Everyone's going to the party, won't you come if I come with a friend for your friend? I'd be so pleased to see you out of the classroom
: On the way home, this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. This weather. The wind outside is biting. It has left me feeling
: This paint has been tasting of lead and their chips will fall as they may, but it's not just my finish that is peeling, and it is not alone fleeing
: I'm always assuming the worst, but you're going on none the less and there's nothing to cusion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep
: So this is odd, the painful realization that has all gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lover's
: Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself, and covered with a perfect shell, such a charming beautiful exterior. This is one time that you can't
