alkalinenerd

"The Art Of Misplacing Firearms"

I guess the only reality is the one you seem to believe in.
Well I'm walking out, this is the last time.. I feel like shit.
This isn't the way to treat old friends.

Let's go again, you can set me up and watch me stand on top of my own house.
You can watch me spinning and watch me seeing the melon sky.
Oh, its looking so beautiful tonight.

But oh, I feel so sweet, I can barely breathe in deep.
Then you have to come along, you have to shatter everything.
Why'd you even fuck her in the first place?

Friends don't mean a thing when you can actually feel the knife sticking in your spine.

For a second there I thought I was fine, but oh whatever.
I've tasted my own blood, and now every time you walk on by I feel like spitting in your eye.

This is not the way I pictured getting hurt.