If there's something else to salvage other than those savage feelings that two people create speak up before our voices get too raw and all that time spent together becomes nothing at all.
Tell me something good something I'll believe make me choose to stay or make me want to leave our time is over now nothing up my sleeve you know all my tricks but grant me one reprieve I'll say very little about this and even when I dare know that I'm forever lost when you see that distant stare.
Broken, bludgeoned bitter curmudgeon false teeth, fake smile as I walk the extra mile just to please you and I'm quickly finding that it's not my style
Relax, and breathe in the sour mange, tread marks etched into asphalt. what can it be? what was it before? only the smell of tomorrow. I guess--- we'll never know now why it tried to cross the street.