originalzombee

tyler wrote a new song about me.
holy i'm in tears batman.
i least i finally know what the hell was going on in his head.

give it a listen

its the last one.



lyrics (kinda, i made some mistakes i think)

i've gotta stop falling asleep next to the windows
because i always wake up with a cold
and i'm sorry if you feel that i have left you alone
but could you please send me some warm clothes
because i've moved far away in my mind
from were i grew up and the people that i loved
i've tried to find them but with no luck
i guess i haven't tried hard enough
but my eyes have been sore since i saw you
i'm sad my eyes won't see you again
you didn't agree when for the first time it was me
saying i think we should be just friends
don't let the door hit your pride on the way out
you closed it so slowly the hinges didn't even shake
you're not commin back
if i know nothing i know that
i'll get used to the bed that you helped me make
the last letter you wrote is like fruit thats fermenting
it reminds me of the first time when we stood lamenting
the possibility we'd never fall in love
not the fact that you did but i didn't
each last drop is hard to stomach
but i'll drink it in anyway
like him life only gets more potent with age
not like poison but it's easy to make that mistake
now i'm hearing voices i only once imagined
and seeing apparitions my guilt has fashioned
into the likeness of someone i used to know
before she got impatient and let me go
cheer up kid says an old man
it has to get good bc it can't be all bad
i started looking down when i was young
look at me now
i wish i could reclaim what i had
(i don't understand what he sings here)
and the wisdom to know meaning when i found it
a peice of mind that is totally mine
this rose colored glasses bit is bullshit
i know about you, yes i know
no one knows what waits in the dark
so tend carefully the light that burns in your heart
even if all you ahve is a spark
because time is all we have
though its having us most of the time
and if there's one thing that the newspaper says that isn't a lie
it's every day a little love dies
well one more sip and one more glance at the front page
and i can throw this bottle and this cork away
i know how i feel
and i know i'm feeling better
i know that i'll be good someday
today i awoke breathing fire and smoke
hoping you're not still angry where ever you are
belive me i'm suffering now
and if you've already forgotten how i had to push you out of my mind
the drunk being led by the blind
its not a mountain but is as big of a risk
and i know i might fall if i don't start to climb
so i tip my hat and strap on my back
and bid adue to the world below
and start my assent into the ferment
away from this bottle of sorrow
but when i reach the top i awake from the dream
my head resting on the porcelian seat
so i wash my face take off my shoes get in my bed
and have each dream the same as the last for every drop of wine within my head