There were things that I had said

just to make you mad (and I'm given out).


True to form you asked about

just what was in my head (and it's alright.)

Everyone I seem to know is crying

for someone else to lift them up

and every one of these new orchids are dying

because the weathers getting rough.



Now its time that we can get away

or I can do away with everything.

But by the time you say

“please don't go your way”,

you will have built your life around me.

And you will talk about us.



We were such a pretty thing

from the outside looking in

"I want to spend my life with you".

Now you're such a petty thing

that I can see from within

"I want to spend the night alone".



So don't be scared

there's a million ways to die out here.

So don't be scared,

I'm the memory that resonates for years.



Like when you lie and I just lie awake and breathe now.

You pretend just like in a play that's only just begun

to invite everyone that's ever seen or heard

that your life's story was so imagined.

But you lift me up just by the honest fact

that I should have my foot on your back.



But we're such a pretty thing

and there's a price on your head

"I want to spend the night with you".

Now I'm such a pretty thing

but not in my head

"I want to spend the night alone".



So don't be scared

there's a million ways to die out here.

So don't be scared,

I'm the memory that resonates for years.



But you know that don't you

and that's why I'm still standing,

waiting for you to sober up a little.

I'd curse your use with all my oxygen

but you're not worth the words, you bitch!

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