Funboy1615

Words To Fuel The Flames Of Discontent
2002-11-25 05:12:44 (UTC)

Something Corporate-The Formal Weather Pattern

Shake down
You make me break
For goodness sake
I think Im on the edge of something new with you
Shout out
Dont drown the sound
Ill drown you out
Youll never scream so loud as I want to scream with you

Standing there with your smile blinding my eyes from seeing
my face
As Im dying to figure out a girl
But she drifts so far away
Im on her coast
So maybe I should stay and map around her world

So dont say "These currents are still killing me"
And you cant explain how the wind went and pulled you into
the hurricane

Stand up
Dont make a sound
Your ears might bleed
There are sweet flourescent enemies that live inside of me
The world moves faster than I knew
Not fast enough to not creep up on you and the space we put
between
So pull me under your weather patterns
Your cold fronts and the rain dont matter
Because a Sunburns what I need

You dont do it on purpose
But you make me shake
Now I count the hours until you wake
With your babies breath
Breathe symphonies
Come on
Sweet catastrophe
Maybe this time I can follow through
I can feel complete
Stop paying dues
Stop the rain from falling
Keep my oceans calm
This time I know nothings wrong




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