and so we had it once
and yes, you heard it right
things have been convincing lately
that this is from my last life
i'm not sure how to do it
but let me handle it this time
four pairs of summer and autumn
are starting to commit sins for a night
your goodbye never got me home
i swear on my life, it's true
if it wasn't for destiny
i'd still be bleeding for you
cause no vault had been locked
the door's still wide open
that year's still on my clock
and i want it forgotten
now my gauge is saying
i'm having a hard time breathing
you started to apologize
then i started asking why's
and you were just repeating your words
i was not alright
when i said,"it's alright."
believe me, that was a fake smile i wore
somethin's droppin' on this paper
i'm pretty sure it's not red
i've done no leverage
can you please tell me i'm dead?
it is time for my vindication
but how the fuck can i deliver
if i'm so dreary from asphyxiation
on your words that sounded evil?
can you still visualize
the stairway and the tower
the moon and her power
your eyes, your tears
your words, your lips
and my world that crashed into the realm of make-believe?
it's not alright.
it's not alright.
2010.08.04_10-07_the fire is out.almost.
and yes, you heard it right
things have been convincing lately
that this is from my last life
i'm not sure how to do it
but let me handle it this time
four pairs of summer and autumn
are starting to commit sins for a night
your goodbye never got me home
i swear on my life, it's true
if it wasn't for destiny
i'd still be bleeding for you
cause no vault had been locked
the door's still wide open
that year's still on my clock
and i want it forgotten
now my gauge is saying
i'm having a hard time breathing
you started to apologize
then i started asking why's
and you were just repeating your words
i was not alright
when i said,"it's alright."
believe me, that was a fake smile i wore
somethin's droppin' on this paper
i'm pretty sure it's not red
i've done no leverage
can you please tell me i'm dead?
it is time for my vindication
but how the fuck can i deliver
if i'm so dreary from asphyxiation
on your words that sounded evil?
can you still visualize
the stairway and the tower
the moon and her power
your eyes, your tears
your words, your lips
and my world that crashed into the realm of make-believe?
it's not alright.
it's not alright.
2010.08.04_10-07_the fire is out.almost.