You're killing me,
hanging just out of reach,
taunting me with your beauty and
reminding me that it's all
up to me, and I can't help but think
maybe I'll never change at all.
If I could find the strength
to fall back to this earth
if I had the strength to burn
me to the ground and
rise anew...
Or if I just had just a dark room,
a bit more booze in me, a few hours,
and the tension of just
me and you...
But I'm choking in the gap between
desiring and doing,
thought and feeling,
simplciity and my complex mess.
I'm a thousand light years away from
the taste of your lips and some
healthy, wholesome,
premaritial sex.
I'm like a fucking uncarved block.
Like a godamned rock.
Nothing can move me
or these still waters within me,
or so you say, so you seem to think.
You say I'm so confusing
you tell me I'm so intense
you say you love the way I talk
but no one listens and nothing makes any
motherfucking sense at all,
but if we could escape from
the crowd of this party for awhile
we could work at
clearing that up.
Just burn me to the ground,
because there's nothing to look forward to
and I refuse to turn around,
and I'll get there if it kills me, the end
of this rugged road, just me and a hungry shadow
swallowing the sun and an inner child
damning me for growing old.
Remind me what it's like to be alive.
The things you said to me just twist my mind.
Let me corner you, give into the
ideas we've been toying with
in our dirty little minds for
such a long damn time.
Peristence argues the morals in my mind,
and we decided my fate: I will unwind.
I'll push away till I cave in.
I'll die a thousand deaths and just come back again.
I'll swallow my pride before my shadow swallows me,
you'll see, and I'll seduce the hell out of you,
you'll fuck the hell out of me.
You'll make it all make sense, you'll
clear my eyes, tie me to the bed,
light some of my incence,
help me channel the intensity,
help me tame the shadow that's still
beating the hell out of me.
Bring waves to my still.
Permanently stain this rock,
through and through.
I'll stop killing me,
and you'll help me bring this
dead on back to the land
of the living.
hanging just out of reach,
taunting me with your beauty and
reminding me that it's all
up to me, and I can't help but think
maybe I'll never change at all.
If I could find the strength
to fall back to this earth
if I had the strength to burn
me to the ground and
rise anew...
Or if I just had just a dark room,
a bit more booze in me, a few hours,
and the tension of just
me and you...
But I'm choking in the gap between
desiring and doing,
thought and feeling,
simplciity and my complex mess.
I'm a thousand light years away from
the taste of your lips and some
healthy, wholesome,
premaritial sex.
I'm like a fucking uncarved block.
Like a godamned rock.
Nothing can move me
or these still waters within me,
or so you say, so you seem to think.
You say I'm so confusing
you tell me I'm so intense
you say you love the way I talk
but no one listens and nothing makes any
motherfucking sense at all,
but if we could escape from
the crowd of this party for awhile
we could work at
clearing that up.
Just burn me to the ground,
because there's nothing to look forward to
and I refuse to turn around,
and I'll get there if it kills me, the end
of this rugged road, just me and a hungry shadow
swallowing the sun and an inner child
damning me for growing old.
Remind me what it's like to be alive.
The things you said to me just twist my mind.
Let me corner you, give into the
ideas we've been toying with
in our dirty little minds for
such a long damn time.
Peristence argues the morals in my mind,
and we decided my fate: I will unwind.
I'll push away till I cave in.
I'll die a thousand deaths and just come back again.
I'll swallow my pride before my shadow swallows me,
you'll see, and I'll seduce the hell out of you,
you'll fuck the hell out of me.
You'll make it all make sense, you'll
clear my eyes, tie me to the bed,
light some of my incence,
help me channel the intensity,
help me tame the shadow that's still
beating the hell out of me.
Bring waves to my still.
Permanently stain this rock,
through and through.
I'll stop killing me,
and you'll help me bring this
dead on back to the land
of the living.
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