Blackleaf
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- Posted: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:42:27 +0000
i remembered some of you guys liked what i was doing with my lyrics, the storytelling. so i hope you like this one. feedback is appreciated.
Commiseration
crush, crush the breaks! take a bow, take a bow!
skies that cast light generally have to break.
all the worries have grown:
i should be better, no i should better go.
crush, crush my skull!
all her people have guns, all my people recoil!
i was thinking i'd stay alive but she had none of it
and laid my boards with her fine satin,
and she dressed in black, oh she took the time,
she must love me back!
i'maninsect'ssugerrushinthecandystore,
with a smile so big it stretches pores
and could you believe the irony,
a ring warms her finger like symbolic steam!
she once left a postcard
on the kitchen stove,
"you'll never find me because your head is mush!"
she really gets me, so what's her rush?
the moon's going down and out of touch.
crush, crush against, i want to feel
your insides my love,
and the sick truth is i never was ever much good at being a ghost,
my songs are bad, and pain verbose.
go away, go away, go away!
go face your grave,
your soulful ways.
commiserate, ahhhh!
medicate, medicate, medicate!
your skin is gray,
that can't be right,
there has to be something wrong with you,
you think staring at your mirror when you sip for two
and it tastes divine, so it must be good!
it's as bitter as the flavor that you always knew
that she'd leave someday that would be soon.
and the person, person, person, person,
person she left, his two mirrors in the bathroom
infinitely reflect:
commiserate, commiserate!
medicate yourself,
your skin is gray!
that can't be right.
sunrise? don't lie!
the sun ain't rising fast,
it'll be all night...
sunrise? don't lie!
my life's forever black...
and all for you!
and all for you!
and all for you!
Commiseration
crush, crush the breaks! take a bow, take a bow!
skies that cast light generally have to break.
all the worries have grown:
i should be better, no i should better go.
crush, crush my skull!
all her people have guns, all my people recoil!
i was thinking i'd stay alive but she had none of it
and laid my boards with her fine satin,
and she dressed in black, oh she took the time,
she must love me back!
i'maninsect'ssugerrushinthecandystore,
with a smile so big it stretches pores
and could you believe the irony,
a ring warms her finger like symbolic steam!
she once left a postcard
on the kitchen stove,
"you'll never find me because your head is mush!"
she really gets me, so what's her rush?
the moon's going down and out of touch.
crush, crush against, i want to feel
your insides my love,
and the sick truth is i never was ever much good at being a ghost,
my songs are bad, and pain verbose.
go away, go away, go away!
go face your grave,
your soulful ways.
commiserate, ahhhh!
medicate, medicate, medicate!
your skin is gray,
that can't be right,
there has to be something wrong with you,
you think staring at your mirror when you sip for two
and it tastes divine, so it must be good!
it's as bitter as the flavor that you always knew
that she'd leave someday that would be soon.
and the person, person, person, person,
person she left, his two mirrors in the bathroom
infinitely reflect:
commiserate, commiserate!
medicate yourself,
your skin is gray!
that can't be right.
sunrise? don't lie!
the sun ain't rising fast,
it'll be all night...
sunrise? don't lie!
my life's forever black...
and all for you!
and all for you!
and all for you!