Before I let you down again
I just want to see you in your eyes
I wouldn’t have taken everything out on you
I only thought you could understand

They say every man goes blind in his heart
And they say everybody steals somebody’s heart away
And I’ve got nothing more to say about it
Nothing more than you would me

Send me your flowers of your December
Send me your dreams of your candy wine
I got just one thing I can’t give you
Just one more thing of mine

They say every man goes blind in his heart
They say everybody steals somebody’s heart away
And I’ve been wondering why you let me down
And I been taking it all for granted

Well I’m piss and vinegar again
And I hiss and I rattle and shed
And I encircle you like a piranha school
As you slowly fight your way to shore

Well I’m piss and vinegar again,
And I needed this like a new hole in the head.
I’m hiding out in the drink,
I float in waiting to sink,
My great white teeth into your sweet bones.

With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side,
I’ve got nowhere to run, no place left to hide.
I’ve got a burning sensation like Clockwork Orange herbicide
Feels like it’s raining all the time.

Well I’m piss and vinegar again
‘Cause I feel like I lost my best friend
And at the end of the day,
Once it’s all down the drain,
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.

With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side
I got no where to run, no place left to hide
I’ve got a burning sensation like Clockwork Orange herbicide
Feels like it’s raining all the time.

Now this supernatural disaster,
Found me quickly but left even faster.
Now I’m sick with the sight of the plaster.
This old familiar ceiling is bleeding me dry.

With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side,
I got no where to run, no place left to hide.
I’ve got a burning sensation like Clockwork Orange herbicide
Feels like it’s raining all the time.

Like two ships in the night we’re colliding and sinking
Into the black sea of our love
We navigated past the point of logical thinking
Lost sight of the stars up above

Now my heart is a mess, murder scene in my chest
Not a clue how you got through the door.
But I’m glad that you came, no regret and no shame
As I’m lying here dead on the floor

I took a blind leap of faith that’s now crashing and burning
With my heart fast asleep in your bed
I got on the ground safe but with my insides turning
And a picture of you in my head

As I wandered away deep in shock and dismay
In a daze just repeating your name.
Well, the fact of the matter is both our hearts shatter way to goddamn easily…

When you asked me if I’d stay forever
Guess you meant just for the week
We felt so good together
It was way too good to be
When I left you there early that morning, my darling
I told you that I’d miss you so
I got on that plane with my heart soaring
But now it’s falling like snow

Like two ships in the night we’re colliding and sinking
Into the black sea of our love
We navigated past the point of logical thinking
Lost sight of the stars up above

Now my heart is a mess, murder scene in my chest
Not a clue how you got through the door.
But I’m glad that you came, no regret and no shame
As I’m lying here dead on the floor

When you asked me if I’d stay forever
Guess you meant just for the week
We felt so good together
It was way too good to be
When I left you there early that morning, my darling
I told you that I’d miss you so
I got on that plane with my heart soaring
But now it’s falling like snow

Now it’s falling like snow.
Now it’s falling like snow.

Now it’s falling like snow.

it hasn’t been that long
since we drank to the sunset,
until it was gone.  
and down with it went our pain and fear,
as we slowly broke contact more and more,
with every beer.  
and we passed out in each other’s arms,
both admitting we’d never felt better.  
never felt so warm.  
but awoke in each other’s eyes,
without wearing a stitch of clothing.  
we were both deeply in disguise.  

and maybe i just set aside
the fact that you were broken hearted.  
in my own special selfish way.  
and if i hadn’t set aside
the fact that you were broken hearted.  
hell knows where your heart would be today.  
maybe with me.  

it seems like it’s been so long
since we kissed through the darkness,
until it was dawn.  
up with it came our pain and fear
that we’d already lost each other.  
we both knew that the end was near.  

maybe i just set aside
the fact that you were broken hearted.  
in my own special selfish way.  
and if i hadn’t set aside
the fact that you were broken hearted.  
hell knows where your heart would be today.  
maybe with me. maybe with me.  
maybe with me. maybe with me.  
maybe with me. maybe with me.  
maybe with me.

“I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say.”

– Albert Camus, The Fall (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)