This is a call to all my past resignation, this is a call to all. One thing that's always true, how good it is to see you. Fly along with me I can't quite make it alone, trying to make this life my own. Come on down, we'll take this town tonight, before it turns to dust.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Won't you believe it, it's just my luck. No recess. Everything is different but nothing has changed. I'm falling far away from you. I had those pictures on my fridge, I had those pictures in my room... So where do we go from here and what did you do with the directions? Well, I fought for you, I fought too hard...you were the moon and sun, but you just turned the gun around...it gets me down. I don't even want to think, all I want to do is sleep, 'cause I'm bitter when I wake up. Broken, beaten down, can't even get around. Without an old man cane, I fall and hit the ground. Shivering in the cold, bitter and alone. Got me feeling torn to shreds. Some people say you hate me. I don't believe it's you, things that you're going through. I don't wanna be your monkey wrench. I'd rather leave than suffer this. Goodbye lament. Do you remember the beats of my heart that I gave you? You were the best I ever had. The memory remains. I fall to pieces. Is it bright where you are? Have the people changed? Does it make you happy you're so strange? Monday, back from the dead. I'm ready to go, time for another one. Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside.
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