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Everything You say we could be nothing You say We can't be something But we could be everything

Tears As fallen angels guide your dreams, From shining eyes fall selfless tears, Of broken hopes and empty promises a whole in your heart, Is filled with memories. As corrupt saviours light your way, from glistening eyes fall desperate tears abandoned souls are torn in two, and replaced, with shadows of forgotten fears As wounded saints mould your fate From glittering eyes fall despairing tears, And muted apologies, are exchanged, for ceaseless regret   As guilty cherubs voice your thoughts, from shimmering eyes fall undying tears, and precious trust, is betrayed, and eternally unforgiven.

Liquid Jealousy Her eyes are shutters on a camera Taking each painful shot into her memory Longing to be the object of the pictures, that will not fade No matter how hard she tries to erase them Drops of liquid jealousy Build up behind her lying eyes trying to convince everyone that she's fine but she knows that she won't be alright Because its not alright, when the envy chokes When they're together, But she can't betray them, she cant risk to be left behind them as they move forward together And because she loves them guilt goes hand in hand with her false advice she knows it selfish but she needs their whole hearts, affec

By the sea, They spoke words and promises from lips fresh-kissed: "And we'll walk on the beach with our toes in the sand, and play the slots at the pier; And all the cliches we've come to love." And the sea tickled the spaces between their toes, at the seaside, "And there'll be yellow napkins at our wedding, and sunflowers in the front of the church," "And for our honey moon we'll sit on the street and smoke weed with the homeless and marvel at the wonder of the world, the universe and money will be forgotten." "we'll steal apples from the market, and bread from the corner shop, and well bring them to the seaside and eat tog

Come to the corn fields with me And I'll take your hand firmly in mine, connecting the circuit that is me and you and we'll feel that electric tingle As powerpop and indie beats pulsate in our ears and seep into our brains but they wont pulse as hard as our hearts.  

If you want me out  I'm gone I'll head for the door I'd turn my back on all this  In a fucking second So you want me out?  I'm gone. I tried to make it easy, Don't excuse yourself, I'm sick of your excuses Dont bother, you want me out. I'm gone.