| Just when I had everything figured out
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| I let too many words open my small mouth
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| He held me once in a room
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| It was unattended, and it tasted of an artist’s perfume
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| He graced my naked back
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| My only sheet was a black dress
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| Woke up to a cold windy city
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| Woke up trying to keep the memory
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| I was poisoned into lying through my teeth
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| While his words were spoken only truthfully
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| Lost my shoes in the mud
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| Walked away clean, trying to be tough
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| I was trying to be tough
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| There’s nothing in between love and hate
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| When it comes down to it
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| So you can walk clean away
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| Or you can act in the play
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| That we so easily put on for them
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| There was residence of hope in my heart
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| Til' I got dealt the unlucky card
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| Though the buildup was fun
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| The letdown wasn’t worth it all
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| So I stole us our midnight drinks
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| And he got dealt our morning fix
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| Then we let the honesty pour
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| Until it knocked us out into a deep sleep, into a bad dream
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| Is this a bad dream?
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| He said he used to be like me
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| A musical mess, depressed, with anxiety
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| My ears only took half of his advice
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| Happiness comes so easily to him
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| For me it’s a fight, it’s always been a fight
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| There’s nothing in between lovers and friends
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| When it comes down to it
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| So you’ve made up your mind, and I’m not worth your time, but I can be useful
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| in your life
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| I’ll push the pedal in deep, you’re in the passanger seat, I’ll get is there as
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| fast as I can
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| So we can go our seperate ways, I mean this was just a stage of the rest of our
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| lives
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| I’m growing too weak to fight, At least I gave you a try…
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| I just spoke too soon
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| Did I speak too soon?
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| Spoken:
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| I’d like to think I’m not anyone, but another someone. |
| Someone as real as a lie,
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| and someone as fake as the truth. |
| I contain a caged heart, and 3 year-old
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| boots. |
| And sometimes, I speak too soon |