Taas yksi laulu särkyneestä sydämmestä.
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Artist Of Self-Depreciation
Cut the lights out, and leave me alone in the dark
I can't believe this has, this has come to this
I can't choke out these words, they're lodged in my throat
So instead I'll use these vowels and constantants,
And scratch it behind my eyelids
So for every blink of an eye
I'll remind myself how I'm still missing you
So this has, this has come to this
Let me have one last taste of your poison lips
It don't matter cause I've long stopped breathing
Cause I held my breath waiting for you
Action means much more than words
And blood much more thicker than ink
So exchange my pen for a knife
I'll carve your name on my wrists
So I can literally bleed for you
Cause you never believed when I told you it's true
So this has, this has come to this
Let me have one last taste of your poison lips
It don't matter cause I've long stopped breathing
Cause I held my breath waiting for you
Your intent, dark like the blood that seeps through my shirt
Your words are cold and sharp like icicles
I thought you moved closer to kiss my neck
But you slit my throat with your tougue instead
So please.. lights out, lights out
(So please..)
No more pretend
(I held my breath waiting for you)
Lights out, lights out
(I held my breath waiting for you)
This is the end punkrock is for the people who can't skateboard |
wil-le