(from the album 'Anadivine [EP]')
A bar top divided
with a stare at long eyes to hear ears
hung on, a question that it might not work
last call, somewhere
should i go home or stay here
hold me up dear a toast
to the one who poured out my regrets
a call to air, I'll intake one last
I'll follow you home
Don't hold me up if your arms are breaking
I can't tell you enough
It's discouraging when you say
Please hear me out with a curse to accent
The sentences you make
The sentences that make me ask
A silence recited as my voice just distorts in her ears
Rung out
Obsessive that she might solve all her problems
Should I hold on to my fears
Hear me out dear
A toast
Everything you ever wanted died in the bottom of a bottle
You will never stomach
but you will never throw it up
A version of a virgin purified by a bleeding heart you ruined my life
And it's neverending
This air spoiled by the times when you were here
And I feel like trying a new design where your heart is put in a case
And I find that the beating just breaks down the walls
Hold me up dear
Should I go home or stay here
Hold me up dear
Should I hold on to my fears
Thanks to you the asphalt broke my fall
She pushed me over
And disregarding bloody knees cause after fall
It's when you're sober then
The pain kicks in cause the pills they wore off
And there's no medication I find strong enough
To replace my spine and destroy my mind
This time
I heard you were sleeping alone
In a bed made for two
I'm spending this night without you
And you heard I was drinking alone
Into you a violent wake up call
She pushed me over
And it's regarding the disease that's in us all
It's when you're sober
Survive this night with a constant
You keep dreaming, are you dreaming?
Would you follow pride and kill him off tonight?
[Guest vocals by Claudio Sanchez]
Well it never gets easier
Each second I'm further away from home now
Fears the well drinks that soak my charade
Her heart plyed ending of movies but then entailed
Ties that bind left a blanket of empty shells
Cover me when I'm shivering '
cause it's cold like winter in upstate
You've torn the warmth of my everyday world
Away from the homecoming I don't anticipate
Cross your heart
You're a liar girl
Fold your hand and walk away
While I lie awake
How I drug this mind to get some sleep unsuccessfully
Watching you die alone would make you the girl of my dreams
But instead the radio marches parades at 4am
These anthems of hopeless heartache
Serve as a timeline of my life until I fail
In slow motion I watch you now cut the sail
Girl of my dreams never gets easier
Emily's under blankets
Tucked in by paramedics
A lullaby of sirens flood this town
And I've got a bad idea where envy drinks till my eyes get heavy
My alibi just seems so watered down
And I hear the voice of your mother screaming,
"Run for cover!"
He will feed the flame
And I see her in the arms of another
Did you, did you ever curse my name?
That isn't enough murder my arms are now reaching for your neck
Dearest, I'm falling in love
Emily's so attractive
A white dress in her black casket
A color scheme that surely haunts me now
And I've got a new idea
Excuse me sink in this ocean help
I'm telling lies as I begin to drown
Downfall from grace
Forgive me this is my fault and I'm sorry
Forgive me for leaving you this way
My valentine in chalked outline, you're finally mine
Don't make a sound
Sleep undeground
My eyes and ears now focus on the change
If friendship sanf a song my voice would strain
Every note's in vain, every note
In this spiteful harmony
No conscience, no thought process, no release
Your outlet of aggression begs you please
Care for your disease
And breed the perfect tragedy
How is this my fault?
And this is my life?
Enduring every passing day
The voice inside your head will say,
Am I a failure?
It's time to walk away
Worshipping this casualty
Inhaling what we need
To fill the lungs of his dead machine
Can't believe the pain it's taking the pictures perfect
The frame is breaking
As we draw closer your cold shoulder shows that you were so opposed
And I can't believe this is the way you've killed yourself
Worshipping this casualty inhaling what we need
To fill the lungs of this dead machine
*performed, and possibly written, (by)
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