resolve (One more year that you're not here has gone and passed you by) A little bit of resolve A little bit of resolve (One more year that you're not
Oh, I feel so tired I cannot hardly keep open my eyes My thoughts are scattered and I cannot say a word And I can't seen to remember anything I've learned
I've been carrying this old luggage And it's really been buggin' me So when you called to me see I couldn't believe it, could it really be? You need
Dreaming comes so easily 'Cause it's all that I've known True love is a fairy tale I'm damaged, so how would I know? I'm scared and I'm alone I'm ashamed
When you look at me I start to blush And all that I can see is you and us Oh baby, I'm so afraid to be in love With you, with you Wanna be in love with
Well, naked I showed up here With nothing to my name Pure and crazy, blameless Baby, I'm ashamed And naked I will leave here With nothing left to say
I can dance here Next to everybody But I want to Dance with you I'm not sophisticated I'm not your average girl I don't like to wear makeup I like my
Manic Manic Manic She breathes in, she breaths out She wakes up and lays down She can hardly speak and so she screams I won't give again 'Cause she
I was frozen in a fragile world Of make believe and empty lies, empty lies Twisting the rules Of a virtuous game And captured by the thought of fear
You remind me of a cigarette You burn up slowly and then go out like that You make it harder for me to breathe You make my head hurt, you make my skin
You ran around Inside my head When you passed out I felt dead And I realized You make me live And when my world Starts to cave in You jump inside And
Here is where the road divides, here is where we realize The sculpting of the Father's great design Through time you've been a friend to me But time is
fire To reach the dark side of you When the walls decide to close in And the floor disappears beneath you Just hang on to our last words and Resolve, resolve
is our shitty song How could it ever be enough? Here we are in our final accord A mortician and his tools Sonically bury you You could have chose another chord to resolve
Then God, sir, get thee to it For Congress never will You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve Not one damn thing do we solve Piddle, twiddle, and resolve
with momentary thrills, I find I can't afford the best, I resolve, Come what may, I will not be this girl one more day, I resolve not be so brainless, I resolve
The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there floating. They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in sorrow. Sometimes they scream
