rodserling

Yes I know, I'm an asshole... so what?

"The cracks in your face where the porcelain broke,
Somethings don't get better with age,
And I swear I'll remember every word that you spoke,
And the china you left in your place,
A litany of faces,
I'm number one counting backwards from one hundred,
And count on one hand the truths that you spoke,
And every lie you called romantic,
Given a choice between you and me,
You pick you and I'll pick me,
I'll never forget what you said when you left;
Every man for himself,
Your new dress fits well with a painted smile,
I hope there's no cracks at the seems,
And a modest appraisal of the things that you value,
Prove that something's worth more than mere dreams,
In my bedroom there's a wasteland wher ethe storycard broke,
And the darkness builds up from the floor,
Like walking through a minefield with both eyes closed,
At each step expecting the worst,
Bought random in panic,
What wasn't expected,
I don't think pain is romantic,
And at every step fall until it's a dull throb,
Yeah, sure--love conquers all." - Articles Of Faith

Those lyrics are amazing. If you don't already listen to Articles Of Faith check them out, they're frigging awesome.