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say your fucking sorry
you act like i put you in that bag full of bullets
you say your fucking sorry
don't act like i put that fucking razor in your blush
he told me he loves the way your tits bounce when you stratle his
i just wanted the pleasure of lack of communication

in the on coming days there's a forecast of a heart attack
death rattle for this gift, i get a bad taste in my mouth
if you only get one dance this year don't trip
it wont be mine it wont fucking be mine
black skies and acid rain on palm sunday

father i've been baptised
in a pool the size of her kiss
with faith renounced take her fucking books back
i still have those print outs on my desk
there's no red pen but they still count

alright it's time to replace the body
with a kiss up and a bang bang
just keep that ciggarette
keep my cd
keep my fucking fling it's got a busted face anyway

since the weight on my back has been gone
and i took my eyes off of the vultures
it's like i'm waiting

this is where she shows her face
i haven't seen it yet but it's there
i'm looking back at this "dairy"
and i was a boy
since then i've had a birthday and a father who says he loves me
my stomach's coming back and my eyes look normal
you no just after it rains it's still cloudy but you can see the greener grass?
and colors start to mean so much again

i'm keeping my eyes on the road tonight
like i said the wieghts gone
so don't get your hopes up for a head on collision
when i get home i'll pray for my friends
my friends
i'll pray they have the sense to take what's thiers
and that they can let go of pretty company
for all my lonely knives fucked if i do
give into the warmth of what's not a virgin
i'll sceam if i have to "i don't fuck the fucked"
the body the body it's all about her fucking body
but i don't care
and that's how i tell that they pray for me

well i woke up my favorite monday
in the today that's finaly come
and my eyes were grateful to be open
where my eyes are grateful to be open?
that's the miracle of monday
let's travel back to 2:30 in the morning
when i was dreaming of this girl i'd never met
my mind stayed on her and the sunshine in my head
went through her hair so perfectly
that all the answers to all my questions came out of her lips
and i could tell they'd been burning behind them before i asked for them
later she would tell me she just needed my permission to let them out
as we walked to sit under a tree she turned to me and said she had to go
before we parted we exchanged vows and i told her i loved her
she said " i love you too"
in this foriegn face i found no resmblance to her
now back to my eyes being open
i'm convinced i escaped heaven
her hair was in my mouth
and i sat up in a field
body in side body
to make a long story short
i'm one of the lucky few prisoners

these are all my hopes
things always change
i wanted to ask how she looked
so i have a long way to go
but even baby steps add up
tonight i hang my head
and tip my hat
to the girl i'd love to meet

timid seems in love
but now it's time for the prophet
my grateful eyes get heavy
and the shouts and buckets of spit don't seem so important
i'm going to meet my prison
i hope she's immortal so i can find her when i'm lost
goodnight i said i have to go
goodnight goodnight
you can climb in if you want
but i no what it's like to be alone

Description
say your fucking sorry
you act like i put you in that bag full of bullets
you say your fucking sorry
don't act like i put that fucking razor in your blush
he told me he loves the way your tits bounce when you stratle his
i just wanted the pleasure of lack of communication

in the on coming days there's a forecast of a heart attack
death rattle for this gift, i get a bad taste in my mouth
if you only get one dance this year don't trip
it wont be mine it wont fucking be mine
black skies and acid rain on palm sunday

father i've been baptised
in a pool the size of her kiss
with faith renounced take her fucking books back
i still have those print outs on my desk
there's no red pen but they still count

alright it's time to replace the body
with a kiss up and a bang bang
just keep that ciggarette
keep my cd
keep my fucking fling it's got a busted face anyway

since the weight on my back has been gone
and i took my eyes off of the vultures
it's like i'm waiting

this is where she shows her face
i haven't seen it yet but it's there
i'm looking back at this "dairy"
and i was a boy
since then i've had a birthday and a father who says he loves me
my stomach's coming back and my eyes look normal
you no just after it rains it's still cloudy but you can see the greener grass?
and colors start to mean so much again

i'm keeping my eyes on the road tonight
like i said the wieghts gone
so don't get your hopes up for a head on collision
when i get home i'll pray for my friends
my friends
i'll pray they have the sense to take what's thiers
and that they can let go of pretty company
for all my lonely knives fucked if i do
give into the warmth of what's not a virgin
i'll sceam if i have to "i don't fuck the fucked"
the body the body it's all about her fucking body
but i don't care
and that's how i tell that they pray for me

well i woke up my favorite monday
in the today that's finaly come
and my eyes were grateful to be open
where my eyes are grateful to be open?
that's the miracle of monday
let's travel back to 2:30 in the morning
when i was dreaming of this girl i'd never met
my mind stayed on her and the sunshine in my head
went through her hair so perfectly
that all the answers to all my questions came out of her lips
and i could tell they'd been burning behind them before i asked for them
later she would tell me she just needed my permission to let them out
as we walked to sit under a tree she turned to me and said she had to go
before we parted we exchanged vows and i told her i loved her
she said " i love you too"
in this foriegn face i found no resmblance to her
now back to my eyes being open
i'm convinced i escaped heaven
her hair was in my mouth
and i sat up in a field
body in side body
to make a long story short
i'm one of the lucky few prisoners

these are all my hopes
things always change
i wanted to ask how she looked
so i have a long way to go
but even baby steps add up
tonight i hang my head
and tip my hat
to the girl i'd love to meet

timid seems in love
but now it's time for the prophet
my grateful eyes get heavy
and the shouts and buckets of spit don't seem so important
i'm going to meet my prison
i hope she's immortal so i can find her when i'm lost
goodnight i said i have to go
goodnight goodnight
you can climb in if you want
but i no what it's like to be alone