supernovice

I don't snap-on like you want me to.
Because it still hurts my eyes when they turn red.
I sit down--rode all the way next to my heart...
It beats to the time--too close to your truth.

Yeah, the tarot broke.
Open the glasshouse...
So, this might just be the saddest day I've ever known...

My arms are tied behind disease.
I'll probably be gone the next time, too...
In a corner--in a shadow, I sit self-obsessesed...
Too busy...
Too important to say goodbye...

Yeah, the tarot broke.
Open the glasshouse.
So, this might just be the saddest day I've ever known...

This regret: it kills.
You'll never forget!
Take the time,
This time, to say your goodbyes....