i let you say your peace now won’t you give me mine please i never uttered a bad word i never let my hard freeze over turn your ear to me let me say what i need to say now your thoughts fall on me fiercely but i will love you anyhow i am walking away i am walking away you can choose to stay here but i am walking away yes i caught you off guard and i caught myself red-handed but you weren’t the only broken heart how could i have known how could i have planned it turn your ear to me let me say what I need to say i am setting you free by walking away
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go fuck yourself, you scream through the line and all i can think is i haven't heard your voice in such a long time i hope she hurts you just like you hurt me she's gonna rip out your heart, make you feel unworthy and when she does, don't come running back cause this time i won't let you get away you don't have to love me back who needs to be happy anyway? i'm by myself, you cry through your tears i never let anybody else in, it's lonely in here you broke my trust, i'll never believe you you're gonna get what you deserve, you're gonna get yours you know she will leave you some days it seems like the rain ain’t gonna let up it keeps coming down harder and harder some days it seems that i’ll never find my way back to your well, well i hope that thought don’t hold water i know you’re not dead, but it seems that way sometimes inside my head i know you need space, but please don’t forget my face i won’t forget you most days it seems like I’m finally smiling on the inside and i wish you could be happy for me even though i don’t feel blue, all I can do is think of you my smiles make me guilty put my hands in your hair man i swear i heard you purr now i see foolishly you don’t care whose hands they were all those times your unkindness made me feel less than less washed a way with one whisper of your sleepy breath on my neck i’ll put whatever this is out of its sad little misery i’ll throw a new coat of paint over whatever this ain’t i’ll put to rest any hopes for the best, given our sad little history stop beating this horse, cause it’s dead and divorced and get on with my life for a change i was sharp, pushed too far you were flat, holding back out of time, out of key what a waste of a melody it’s the end now and i’ll grieve but i prefer this to another reprieve
left the key out on the dresser
sat down and cried couldn’t make myself write the letter that said goodbye two toothbrushes in a coffee cup there’s just one now i’m sorry for the way i screwed things up everywhere you turn you see damage done now i just want to tell you one last thing you were my shoulder, my best friend wish i could have saved you from this pain wish my feet were colder back then empty bottles on the counter broken pictures in the hall i’m sorry that you’re angry, you should be you probably don’t want to see me at all big ol’ bed taking up too much space much too big for one now i’m sorry for that sad look on your face everywhere you turn you see damage done now when my grandpa died, i think he might have taken happiness with him everything turned gray, colors washed away god refused to listen when my mom and dad finally got so sad they had to end their union it opened up my eyes, made me realize they are only human people say that love is the only answer but i know they’ve got to be wrong because this love’s my only question where is my love, why is it gone? when i left my home, i felt so alone fair weather friends turned their backs such a scary thought to go from having a lot to living out of plastic bags now i feel so strange and i know it will change who i am forever knocks the wind from me, brings me to my knees turns me into a beggar tried to do the right thing tried to do the wife thing i tried to wear that diamond ring tried to do the wrong thing tried to do the strong thing i tried nearly everything what do i try now? what do i try now? how hard i cry now guess it’s goodbye now tried to do the right thing tried to quit pretending i tried to find a song to sing tried to do the wrong thing tried to do the longing i tried nearly everything i’ve been staring at a picture of myself upon the wall i must confess i made a mess, don’t recognize myself at wall i’ve been searching high and low on top behind and underneath i look for ways to stunt my growth, look for reasons not to leave cause i made a museum filled it up with memories but i can’t live inside a museum of used to be’s i’ve been popping pills like candy, i’ve been smoking too much weed the past was fine and dandy, but the future’s what i need i’ve been living like a statue, i’m afraid i’m gonna crack you have roped me off with stanchions to protect the artifact you got your tools spread out on the table you’re hoping that you’re able to fix every single problem you get your hands on but you’re tearing out your hair you’re frustrated and scared the woman that you love is up and gone but you can’t fix a broken heart your hammer and nails will only tear it apart oh, handy man of mine you can’t fix me this time you got your sewing machine ready your hands are nice and steady you want to sew me back up like a quilt but my legs start to shaking, my body starts aching i can’t lay under here with all this guilt you can’t mend a broken heart your needles and pins will only tear me apart oh, handy man of mine you can’t fix me this time no glue is gonna hold me no clay is gonna mold me into the happy lady you deserve no wrench is gonna bind me no drill is gonna rewind me i’ve gotta find me first you can’t mend a broken heart wish i would have told you from the very start oh, handy man of mine you can’t fix me this time
i put up a wall of feathers
so it's so easy for you to break it down i filled up a suitcase of nevers no longer a word now, never's just a sound i must like the pain of together much more than the fear of being apart sometimes i feel like a broken record over over again and again and again stop breaking my heart stop breaking my heart, stop breaking my heart oh, a wind will blow knock down our home feathers will fly, and i'll wonder why i never built with stone i put on my pi's and your sweater cause baby these days that's about as close as i get to you i think of the good days when things were better i think of the new ways that i could get through i put down my weapons and surrendor each new day beckons a clean slate and if i kept them i would just remember why it was i picked them up in the first place |
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