Kiss me quick,
I swear I'm going nowhere
But you open your eyes
To tell me I wasn't there

I want to be the needle
In your lobotomy
I want to see you writhing
On the floor in agony
I want to be your dreams
When you sleep at night
I want to be the vice
Holding you tight
I want to be the poison,
You can't help but to breathe

I want to hear you say that you'll only love me

So kiss me quick,
I swear I'm going nowhere,
But you open your eyes
To tell me I wasn't there

What a beautiful sorrow, what a beautiful pain
That I can't touch you in the morning,
I can't take your tears away
And as a lark I sing for you, you feel the depths of my emotion
This voice you gave me, I'll gladly share
I wish you'd do the same
I wish you'd feel the same
But I can't reach you, I can't hold my hand out and try
You wouldn't take it if I offered,
I can't hold you when you cry
But you're so beautiful, I wish you wouldn't despair
You're so full of life, but there's nothing there

To encumber our mortal minds, and rapt our decaying bodies.
For we are not eternal creatures, but the product of that which came before us,
Of what we hope becomes of our lives, after we have long gone.
In doing so, we fancy ourselves immortal, in this vast, unforgiving, unfeeling state of our own creation.
Immortal in the hereto from the heretocome, not in flesh, but in soul....
We are all of us, searching for the things that make sense.
Yes, and we are all of us, falling short.

I bet it was really fun, being a friend
And you tell me how you're hurt
And my heart breaks in two
Now is it better to live lonely,
Or to have fake friends, like you?

You were the best blanket
Now my coffee's my radiator and lover, both
I don't care to fix my shirt as it falls off my shoulder,
And sunlight bleeds over the bay
Paint splashes across the flowers in the windowbox,
Teenagers ride their bikes across the lane
Boats set off from the docks
Everything is just the same as when you left
I singed my hair with a lighter and took your picture from the wall
But you're still full of empty promises,
And I'm still sitting here, sipping coffee, waiting for you,
So nothing's really changed at all.

(at least the *** is new)