undead
Greenlighter
oh your crimson lips, how they shine beneath the sun
i can only say im sorry for the shade
the hour hand, it has no meaning in this day and age
but things will move along i promise this
you cant form opinions based on words
cause what i say is changing by the minute
just turn your head and think good thoughts
this will all be over soon.
i wish that i could tell you that i love you
but we stopped being funny years ago
oh your crimson lips, they only speak of subtle truths
yet i could tell a hundred lies to every truth you told
the seats still warm from the showing of the matinee
but the floors are swept away of all the remnants
the strings ring out, but theres noone there to hear them
so the walls absorb the tears that they expell
the ghosts still weep upon their wounded bodies
they never learned to cope with death
now times have changed but i still think i love you
and if you never say it back, ill understand.
i can only say im sorry for the shade
the hour hand, it has no meaning in this day and age
but things will move along i promise this
you cant form opinions based on words
cause what i say is changing by the minute
just turn your head and think good thoughts
this will all be over soon.
i wish that i could tell you that i love you
but we stopped being funny years ago
oh your crimson lips, they only speak of subtle truths
yet i could tell a hundred lies to every truth you told
the seats still warm from the showing of the matinee
but the floors are swept away of all the remnants
the strings ring out, but theres noone there to hear them
so the walls absorb the tears that they expell
the ghosts still weep upon their wounded bodies
they never learned to cope with death
now times have changed but i still think i love you
and if you never say it back, ill understand.
