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Crashing Like Airwaves
Look me deep in the eye and tell me,
"I never meant any of this to happen",
But as far as anyone else can see,
It did and I'm writing it without a pen,
I'm unknown to everyone you know,
And barely known by the ones who let me go,
For the record, I'm not done here,
I lost everything I ever gained,
To win your heart and promises,
Looks like I never got a thing,
Except this unconceivable name,
It still seems like yesterday,
When we were contemplating our deaths,
And when we planned to runaway,
Go as far as we could go on short breaths,
Press your ear to my bedroom door,
You won't hear me crying anymore,
I swear I won't tell you what to do,
As long as I can put my arms around you,
And let me go without a sound,
For the record, I'm not done here,
I lost everything I ever gained,
To win your heart and promises,
Looks like I never got a thing,
Except this unconceivable name,
I can see you but you're not speaking,
While the press was busy leaking,
The scripts and the songs of the famous,
I was trying to get you to speak for us,
I'm mute and I have no tongue,
When it comes to being young,
I won't be this way forever,
But I can live it while I can,
If and when we're together,
I hope you'll understand...
(I won't tell you what to do,)
For the record, I'm not done here,
I lost everything I ever gained,
To win your heart and promises,
Looks like I never got a thing,
Except this unconceivable name,
Look me deep in the eye and tell me,
"I never meant any of this to happen",
But as far as anyone else can see,
It did and I'm writing it without a pen,
I'm unknown to everyone you know,
And barely known by the ones who let me go,
For the record, I'm not done here,
I lost everything I ever gained,
To win your heart and promises,
Looks like I never got a thing,
Except this unconceivable name,
It still seems like yesterday,
When we were contemplating our deaths,
And when we planned to runaway,
Go as far as we could go on short breaths,
Press your ear to my bedroom door,
You won't hear me crying anymore,
I swear I won't tell you what to do,
As long as I can put my arms around you,
And let me go without a sound,
For the record, I'm not done here,
I lost everything I ever gained,
To win your heart and promises,
Looks like I never got a thing,
Except this unconceivable name,
I can see you but you're not speaking,
While the press was busy leaking,
The scripts and the songs of the famous,
I was trying to get you to speak for us,
I'm mute and I have no tongue,
When it comes to being young,
I won't be this way forever,
But I can live it while I can,
If and when we're together,
I hope you'll understand...
(I won't tell you what to do,)
For the record, I'm not done here,
I lost everything I ever gained,
To win your heart and promises,
Looks like I never got a thing,
Except this unconceivable name,
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It's just a matter of conditions, you bend or you break
And most unfortunate, we get absorbed in it
You line us up and pull the strings with a score to be hit
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You sit and tell us that we're evil, you scream and you holler
But you're the one who's picking partners by dollars an hour
Expecting to be treated gently, a delicate flower
I hope you're listening intently, your presence is sour
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I could go without your life or wants
Free to be without your idle taunts
When I take your life away from mine
It seems I'm happy, seems I'm feeling fine
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...But then you make it back to
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Tied noose around my neck.
I'm crying, scared as heck.
Why is thinking an ease?
Shouldn't acting be a breeze?
Wanted to jump, but I call you.
Everyone says "right thing to do."
No matter what I can't die.
Brain just won't let me try.
So many thoughts I've had before,
I can't even count anymore.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Recovery should be my aim.
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The Escape Princess
Tell me your sweet words,
Breathe life into my thoughts,
Don't leave me sitting naked by the phone.
I keep driving by the spot where I met you,
Hoping I will catch your shadow shrinking,
How quickly the watcher becomes the watched.
Hey you, I dreamt that you were listening but
My words are doomed to echo through space until they fall upon your ear
Or else vanish without a trace into the atmosphere.
7:38 comes too late for my venerable venom
And now you are lost adrift the sea between us.
I cried for the cast away idea of you,
For lost potential,
For knowing I will miss your profound words,
And your rare essence.
So acute was the stab
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It's a simpler song, I guess, with meaning that is mostly obvious in it. Though these aren't my true feelings [which is why it may not be as strong to me] it's got a nice little touch to how I felt when I was 14.
It's a simpler song, I guess, with meaning that is mostly obvious in it. Though these aren't my true feelings [which is why it may not be as strong to me] it's got a nice little touch to how I felt when I was 14.
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I remember 14. I caught that also.