Another dose will pull the tears back this time.
But you can't be afraid to feel your whole life.
We've come so far away for this to get us.
I've got to know that you'll trust me this time.
Why are you so convinced that I'll fail?
Where did your trust go, and how can I find it.
Why are you so sure this won't work?
The blueprints seem beautiful, the architecture laid.
You've laid eyes upon the groundwork, don't sabotage the frame.
Oh, your handful of little capsules may pull you away from reality now.
But I'm still here knocking at your glass case with a hammer, waiting for something to give.
My resolve to reach you is infinite.
and I'm tired of gritting my fucking teeth.
I'm biting my tongue so hard, blood is pouring from my mouth.
Mix it with the venom of my words, and to hell it shall amount.
You're not him, you never will be.
There's no reason to keep the world on hold
No reason to stop an emotional flood from breaking down the dam
Just talk to me.
We'll be alright.
Just let me know you need me.
I'll be just fine.
The world isn't yours to care for.
We're all alright.
Take a burden off your shoulders
Before the weight breaks your back in time.
Spilling An Ink Well...
Pen to parchment, and ink like black smoke.
I’ll reverse its terror into my lungs
Before I call you on the phone
Scream out and list the reason I never won the war.
It’s a vile dusk that I just can't shake
Waiting for you.
The blood red metaphors that pull my words back
Into that abyss every time I try to rupture their chains.
The shaking syndrome of my mouth and hands
Some will call it a malady
But it's the nerves that I have built
Built a wall of them for you to see
Like a lightning strike to a building of synapse
Isn't thought a beautiful thing.
I'll pretend I'm waiting for you.
When really you're all just waiting for me.
These clouds lose their silver linings and become nothing more
Than ink blots in the sky bringing a rain to drown me in.
Forcing me to dig into this mud just to find the book of life
So I can break back these clouds and bring the sun again.
I’ll reverse its terror into my lungs
Before I call you on the phone
Scream out and list the reason I never won the war.
It’s a vile dusk that I just can't shake
Waiting for you.
The blood red metaphors that pull my words back
Into that abyss every time I try to rupture their chains.
The shaking syndrome of my mouth and hands
Some will call it a malady
But it's the nerves that I have built
Built a wall of them for you to see
Like a lightning strike to a building of synapse
Isn't thought a beautiful thing.
I'll pretend I'm waiting for you.
When really you're all just waiting for me.
These clouds lose their silver linings and become nothing more
Than ink blots in the sky bringing a rain to drown me in.
Forcing me to dig into this mud just to find the book of life
So I can break back these clouds and bring the sun again.
Holding Everything I Own In Your Filthy Hands
These skeletons are real.
Save the flesh and pity for me.
The fiends will walk the streets of Paris
Stealing life before it has a chance to be.
From the turnstyles to the heart-attacks
The subway to the skin of our knees
Where we fall and scrape to bone in the ending.
So save the flesh and the pity for me.
You can take a millions miles out of me and you'll find
The road I've traveled isnt much different from that of the ocean.
I can start to drown here or there, it doesnt really matter to me.
As long as when I wash up on the shore
You're right along the water, waiting to try and help me to breathe.
So push the skeletons out of their coffins
Just like you push the water out of my lungs,
Save the flesh and I wash the blood off of your white dress
And brush the dirt from your knees.
Save the flesh and pity for me.
The fiends will walk the streets of Paris
Stealing life before it has a chance to be.
From the turnstyles to the heart-attacks
The subway to the skin of our knees
Where we fall and scrape to bone in the ending.
So save the flesh and the pity for me.
You can take a millions miles out of me and you'll find
The road I've traveled isnt much different from that of the ocean.
I can start to drown here or there, it doesnt really matter to me.
As long as when I wash up on the shore
You're right along the water, waiting to try and help me to breathe.
So push the skeletons out of their coffins
Just like you push the water out of my lungs,
Save the flesh and I wash the blood off of your white dress
And brush the dirt from your knees.
Patient Operandi
I can't look back, white linoleum,
I've got these needles in my skin, I can feel it coursing
Running through my veins and it burns
One more dose of medicine, another to the hearse.
Now you gotta tell me what to do.
Because I've made up my mind that I am over you.
I got my hospital gown draggin' the floor
The IV in my neck is all I'm living for.
Just another dose of drugs to kick the pain
Just another dose of drugs to send it all away.
Baby, tell me that the fates, they aren't so cruel
To leave me inside these walls where the dead will rule
If you go, you might just turn back much too late.
I'll be hanging from the ceiling
Choking on the tongue that sealed my fate.
It's too late to turn back, we got a smoking gun
So keep running away baby, oh that's all you've ever known
I'll be hanging from the rafters if I just can't let you go.
I never been a strong one, and you never followed suit.
So run away darling, if that's all you know how to do.
I've got these needles in my skin, I can feel it coursing
Running through my veins and it burns
One more dose of medicine, another to the hearse.
Now you gotta tell me what to do.
Because I've made up my mind that I am over you.
I got my hospital gown draggin' the floor
The IV in my neck is all I'm living for.
Just another dose of drugs to kick the pain
Just another dose of drugs to send it all away.
Baby, tell me that the fates, they aren't so cruel
To leave me inside these walls where the dead will rule
If you go, you might just turn back much too late.
I'll be hanging from the ceiling
Choking on the tongue that sealed my fate.
It's too late to turn back, we got a smoking gun
So keep running away baby, oh that's all you've ever known
I'll be hanging from the rafters if I just can't let you go.
I never been a strong one, and you never followed suit.
So run away darling, if that's all you know how to do.
Fall Short Syndrome
If I could feel this way
I'd feel this way forever towards you
If I could make my mouth just match my heart
I'd take you over.
Make my name on your lips
The word you're speaking
When you're dreaming.
But I'm not quite the poet
I need to be to make you love me.
I make excuses for myself because I know I'll never be
Exactly what I wanted to be, which is more than I am now
But yet still less than you're deserving.
I fall short of the protagonist
The hero of your comic book
The never-ending heart.
If I could stop the rain
I'd stop these tears from falling on you.
If I was younger now
I'd be the boy who always loves you.
But I can't work the magic needed
To reverse the things I need
To make sure that your whole life
Wasn't full of hurt and constant grief
I pull excuses from the bottom of my barrel of tricks
My smoke and mirrors faded long before the final scene.
I disappoint more than I should, but I swear that I do try
I'm just not sure I'll ever be the catch that you deserve and
I am sorry, please forgive me.
But I swear that I'll fucking try.
I'd feel this way forever towards you
If I could make my mouth just match my heart
I'd take you over.
Make my name on your lips
The word you're speaking
When you're dreaming.
But I'm not quite the poet
I need to be to make you love me.
I make excuses for myself because I know I'll never be
Exactly what I wanted to be, which is more than I am now
But yet still less than you're deserving.
I fall short of the protagonist
The hero of your comic book
The never-ending heart.
If I could stop the rain
I'd stop these tears from falling on you.
If I was younger now
I'd be the boy who always loves you.
But I can't work the magic needed
To reverse the things I need
To make sure that your whole life
Wasn't full of hurt and constant grief
I pull excuses from the bottom of my barrel of tricks
My smoke and mirrors faded long before the final scene.
I disappoint more than I should, but I swear that I do try
I'm just not sure I'll ever be the catch that you deserve and
I am sorry, please forgive me.
But I swear that I'll fucking try.
I make excuses for myself because I know I'll never be
Exactly what I wanted to be, which is more than I am now
But yet still less than you're deserving.
I fall short of the protagonist
The hero of your comic book
The never-ending heart.
The Rain Isn't Coming....Enjoy Your Drought
There was a venom in my mouth,
yes, there was heartache in these lungs
When I cursed your house the plagues
That originate from my tongue
I was a beast of many colors
Like a jackal in my head
I regret the voice of darkness
That spewed forth from 'neath my chest
And it's just another mistake on the list of things I never do right
An epiphany that makes the scars return and then I'm lost
Then I flooded what was once my rotten head
With a goodness that I felt
I was on the edge of breaking
Before it pulled me back to health
The sweet rhythms in my ears
Yes, the noises heard so clear
That replaced my venom with soil
Where flowers grow their children
And its just not like me to do this, I make no emotions for myself
But I learn that sometimes things cannot be placed back on a shelf
Encircled by a need that I
I really like to cry too.
yes, there was heartache in these lungs
When I cursed your house the plagues
That originate from my tongue
I was a beast of many colors
Like a jackal in my head
I regret the voice of darkness
That spewed forth from 'neath my chest
And it's just another mistake on the list of things I never do right
An epiphany that makes the scars return and then I'm lost
Then I flooded what was once my rotten head
With a goodness that I felt
I was on the edge of breaking
Before it pulled me back to health
The sweet rhythms in my ears
Yes, the noises heard so clear
That replaced my venom with soil
Where flowers grow their children
And its just not like me to do this, I make no emotions for myself
But I learn that sometimes things cannot be placed back on a shelf
Encircled by a need that I
I really like to cry too.
Handsome Daggers
The windows of your open soul are no longer for us to see through
You sprayed them with black paint to keep anyone from really seeing you
Stop cutting out your tongue, one of these days it just won't grow back
and you'll never speak another word or sing to me again.
Stop polluting yourself,
These handsome daggers won't stab any deeper
We won't be killing ourselves.
Darling, it's okay to bleed.
The microphone explodes as you spew your explanations
Not a disease, it's a cure, for the ragged infatuations
Stop cutting out your tongue, we need to hear you speak
In the end of the earth, I want you singing song to me.
Stop destroying yourself,
These handsome daggers belong in gentlemen's hands.
No more wasting ourselves.
Darling, it's okay to breathe.
Not saving ourselves,
Its a bad habit, I fear that you learned from me.
Off with the heads of our enemies
Darling, it's okay to grieve.
Its okay with me.
You sprayed them with black paint to keep anyone from really seeing you
Stop cutting out your tongue, one of these days it just won't grow back
and you'll never speak another word or sing to me again.
Stop polluting yourself,
These handsome daggers won't stab any deeper
We won't be killing ourselves.
Darling, it's okay to bleed.
The microphone explodes as you spew your explanations
Not a disease, it's a cure, for the ragged infatuations
Stop cutting out your tongue, we need to hear you speak
In the end of the earth, I want you singing song to me.
Stop destroying yourself,
These handsome daggers belong in gentlemen's hands.
No more wasting ourselves.
Darling, it's okay to breathe.
Not saving ourselves,
Its a bad habit, I fear that you learned from me.
Off with the heads of our enemies
Darling, it's okay to grieve.
Its okay with me.
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