She calls it a **** if it springs on it's own.
He won't grab the flower if we say it has thorns.
She won't chase her dreams if we say wake up.
He'll burn the whole town down till they've had enough.
I bet you'll never realize the pain you gave me,
Secrets submerged within closed smile.
Never wanting more then just a taste,
Spoonful of pleasure but a mind bent on evil.
She calls the doctor when nothings wrong.
He amputates his paper cut with a hacksaw.
She cries and falls into comforting arms.
He hangs there broken from the cross bar.
I bet you'll never realize how no one lives here.
Empty house with dusty rugs on the floor.
A fire was lit a year ago inside it,
And now the butler is kindling the burn.
She never should of came.
He always wants to go.
But they can both agree,
To never trust a stone.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
She calls it a **** if it springs on it's own.
He won't grab the flower if we say it has thorns.
She won't chase her dreams if we say wake up.
He'll burn the whole town down till they've had enough.
I bet you'll never realize the pain you gave me,
Secrets submerged within closed smile.
Never wanting more then just a taste,
Spoonful of pleasure but a mind bent on evil.
She calls the doctor when nothings wrong.
He amputates his paper cut with a hacksaw.
She cries and falls into comforting arms.
He hangs there broken from the cross bar.
I bet you'll never realize how no one lives here.
Empty house with dusty rugs on the floor.
A fire was lit a year ago inside it,
And now the butler is kindling the burn.
She never should of came.
He always wants to go.
But they can both agree,
To never trust a stone.
Don't do it man.
