i leave the gas on,
walk the alleys in the dark.
sleep with candles burning,
i leave the door unlocked.
im weaving a rope and,
running all the red lights.
did i get your attention?
cause im sending all the signs that
the clock is ticking,
i'll be giving my two weeks
pick your favourite shade of black,
and best prepare a speech
say something funny, say something sweet,
but don't say that you loved me.
Cause im still breathing
though we've been dead for a while
this sickness has no cure,
we're going donw for sure
already lost the grip,
best abandon ship, ooh
mayb i was too pale,
mayb i was too fat.
mayb you'd betta,
better luck in the sack.
no formal education,
i swore way too much
i swear you didnt care,
cause oh we're were in love
so as i write this letter,
and shed my last tear
its all for the betta,
that we end it here.
lets close this chapter,
say one last prayer,
but don't say that you loved me.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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