You're begging for forgiveness
With scrapped up knees
And I'm standing on my steeple
With nothing to steady me
The hollow of your words
Drowns out the chapel bells
And I'm slipping from the slate
You wouldn't catch me if I fell
If the air is too thin
Then why does it seem
That here I can think
While with you i can't breathe?
Lines between lies blur into truth
Crows in the graveyard
They recognize your tune
Magic in the bard
And fresh meat at your feet
Sew forgiveness into my lips
And have me recite it
Edit out any slips or quips
You're sorry for lying
Apology for the cheating and hurt
But my acceptance is falsehood
As much as your words.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 6:35 AM UTC
You're begging for forgiveness
With scrapped up knees
And I'm standing on my steeple
With nothing to steady me
The hollow of your words
Drowns out the chapel bells
And I'm slipping from the slate
You wouldn't catch me if I fell
If the air is too thin
Then why does it seem
That here I can think
While with you i can't breathe?
Lines between lies blur into truth
Crows in the graveyard
They recognize your tune
Magic in the bard
And fresh meat at your feet
Sew forgiveness into my lips
And have me recite it
Edit out any slips or quips
You're sorry for lying
Apology for the cheating and hurt
But my acceptance is falsehood
As much as your words.
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