all the color fades away, The world is black and white Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with a dead white light It's no surprise Dead checks
(feat. Tim Kasher) He's dead drunk asleep on the side of the road (No one sees him) Or passed out on pills in a stranger's room (She don't know him)
The I.V. drips, the days drag on, The anesthetics now wearing off Adjust the light switch in the hall. This is the end. These are the last days. These
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The rain falls up off the street The clocks turn back in retreat Footsteps fall off of our feet I can see the tears crawling up your cheek It's turning
When the sun comes up I can see that you're not here And the whole world stops But the wind-up bird keeps winding up its string And the days go by and
This is what you see When you look in my direction Incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires This is how it feels Calling out but no one even hears
Steps Ascend to a loaded gun the scent of matches hangs in the air(a light flickers out in a heartbeat) we dont want to see this: a flash of light thats
bitch still hates me One day she said, go rake leaves, I said, make me! I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid Who was kicked out of his house
quot;go rake leaves," I said, "make me!" I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid Who was kicked out of his house for making
theatre. Someone's standing the aisle, yelling that the murderers are everywhere and they're lining up, carving M in your side. Pull the curtains back. Kill all the house lights
day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!" I'm proud to announce i was probably the first kid Who was kicked out of his house for making fart
