piglm

down in my eyes
2002-07-19 02:57:25 (UTC)

music.. escape.... to... sleep.


"So this is odd, the painful realization
that has all gone wrong..
'N nobody cares at all,... Nobody cares at all.

So you buried all your lover's clothes
'n burned the letters lover wrote,
But it doesn't make it any better...
Does it make it any better?

'N plaster dented from your fist
In the hall where you had your first kiss,
Reminds you that the memories will fade.

So this is strange, our sidestepping
has come to be a brilliant dance,
Where nobody leads at all,...
Where nobody leads at all.

The picture frames are facing down..
'N they're ringing from this empty sound..
It's deafening, 'n
keeping you from sleep...
Breathing is a foreign task..
'N thinking's just too much to ask...
'n you're measuring your minutes,
by a clock, that's blinking eights.

This is incredible..
Starving, insatiable, yes,..
This is love for the first time.

Well, you'd like to think that you were invincible..
Yeh, well weren't we all once,
Before we felt loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time...

This is the last time."


-Dashboard Confessional


I was crying, 'N my back was hurting really badly, earlier, just now.
The pain's gone now, but... i'm still crying..
It's never ending sorrow.
My only, 'n best escape is my music,.. to hide by my stereo now,..
or to fall asleep.
I wish i could sleep forever, if i may.

Stereo... sleep,... music........... now.


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