Post by fallingxroses on Aug 25, 2004 12:19:19 GMT -5
the neon sign burns pink tonight. and i think regret
is what you make of it and love is your excuse. to
pass away those hours and all we’re left to do is get
caught up in the flames and your whispering love
letters from 2,000 miles away make me want to choke
on what i have to say.
it’s within the walls, it’s within his eyes, our only excuse
is making up lies.
and all my broken butterflies sit so high up on my shelf.
only things is, i tore their wings off when i was twelve.
so what’s left for us to do now? hide behind our broken
hearts and laugh about the times when we stupidly fell
apart.
the city lights look pretty tonight when shining blue on
your hazel eyes.
so lets dance within our good-byes and i’ll promise you
one last time that this kiss won’t be our last.
and it’s funny to me how you always say things you didn’t
mean and sometime you’ll have to sit me down and explain
to me how you think this sounds.
your hands are cold, lets go home and let the ashes burn
holes throughout our faces and then i’ll only be seeing half
of what i thought.
and all my broken butterflies sit so high up on my shelf.
only things is, i tore their wings off when i was twelve.
