Honestly can you feel the stones in your lungs,
They are making it hard to breathe aren't they?
I guess they are cause I have been there before,
You know the feeling of shattered hearts on the floor.
Oceans separate and we're worlds away,
But today I will say that 'We'll be okay'
My mother told me 'Son don't you lie'
But I guess rules were meant to break and die.
I cut out my eyes with the knife from my back,
You know the one you said could prove what I lack,
Well I lack the integrity to keep you around,
So for tonight I will find another drink then the ground.
If only I had wings then I could fly to California
And leave behind all the feelings I can't afford,
Love, happiness, the feeling of guilt,
Ye that's right you tore down what I built.
I'm a surgeon with the steadiest of hands,
And my cigarette creates a feeling of suspense,
But why can't I amend my own fucckkin heart,
I guess I have just lost that one lonely spark.
So to fulfill my dreams or your fantasies.
I guess I'm stuck on the in betweens.
I split my tongue with the taste of regret.
I just can't stop drinking the ink from my pens....
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