What is it with you tricks?
I never asked for anything like this
You're mouthing off as soon as I answer the call
Mean everything, when you don't saying nothing at all
So, baby, stab me with your words like knives
Don't hold back, you're voice haunts me like wind-chimes
On a cold, winters night
When the timing's all wrong but the point gets across just right
So baby, oh honey, oh sweetie
Why won't you die?
You come back from the dead
Time and time again
In my head
Back for more death and destruction
Looking for action
Bracing for impact, tonight
Even just talking to you
Was a mistake I now consider
One of the worst thing's I do
Given my mental stability
And my swerving ambitions
Why didn't I see
That we would never work
That we could never be
Thinking back, I guess I knew
But I was a stupid kid
All the chances that I blew
Just so I could die and be with you
The things I've suffered through
Everyone I've looked past and smiled all the way
Now I've got these holes in my shoes
And the shoemakers outta town for good
Running's no longer an option
With my lungs blackened
And my brain up for auction
At the mortuary
By where we
First kissed and realized
We realized that we were meant to die
We realized that we were meant to be denied life
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 8:33 PM UTC
What is it with you tricks?
I never asked for anything like this
You're mouthing off as soon as I answer the call
Mean everything, when you don't saying nothing at all
So, baby, stab me with your words like knives
Don't hold back, you're voice haunts me like wind-chimes
On a cold, winters night
When the timing's all wrong but the point gets across just right
So baby, oh honey, oh sweetie
Why won't you die?
You come back from the dead
Time and time again
In my head
Back for more death and destruction
Looking for action
Bracing for impact, tonight
Even just talking to you
Was a mistake I now consider
One of the worst thing's I do
Given my mental stability
And my swerving ambitions
Why didn't I see
That we would never work
That we could never be
Thinking back, I guess I knew
But I was a stupid kid
All the chances that I blew
Just so I could die and be with you
The things I've suffered through
Everyone I've looked past and smiled all the way
Now I've got these holes in my shoes
And the shoemakers outta town for good
Running's no longer an option
With my lungs blackened
And my brain up for auction
At the mortuary
By where we
First kissed and realized
We realized that we were meant to die
We realized that we were meant to be denied life
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