The Champion Weekend - Three Strands, Four Lies
It's not worth the time that it takes
For you to grasp onto the concepts we made
And I'd like to bury the second hand tick
In hopes that we'll inhale once more
Blend into the night, just like fireworks
And breathe so deep
Maybe, we'll fall off of this mountain peak
I hope that we
Can settle our differences
And make our way back to our homes
I hope for only the best
Ensure that self made unrest
Eats at my soul and leaves you unscathed
Forget my name and address
Make up my hospital bed
I will be laying there for quite some time
And if you let these words
Permeate through your skin
Then maybe, just maybe, we'll find
A deserted kind of life
Free from prolonged movie sights
Storybooks never lie...
Cut away at the chains that embody me
Find a way to forget everything that went wrong
I never said that there'd be a happy ending
But the tears on your face have begun to stagnate.
It's beginning to grow sickening
The tone you use is killing me
Your choice of words, subpar at best
Brings nothing towards the war which you digressed.
And everything grows still
The places and the buildings
That we've built begin to tilt
I've lost everything, I've lost you.
For you to grasp onto the concepts we made
And I'd like to bury the second hand tick
In hopes that we'll inhale once more
Blend into the night, just like fireworks
And breathe so deep
Maybe, we'll fall off of this mountain peak
I hope that we
Can settle our differences
And make our way back to our homes
I hope for only the best
Ensure that self made unrest
Eats at my soul and leaves you unscathed
Forget my name and address
Make up my hospital bed
I will be laying there for quite some time
And if you let these words
Permeate through your skin
Then maybe, just maybe, we'll find
A deserted kind of life
Free from prolonged movie sights
Storybooks never lie...
Cut away at the chains that embody me
Find a way to forget everything that went wrong
I never said that there'd be a happy ending
But the tears on your face have begun to stagnate.
It's beginning to grow sickening
The tone you use is killing me
Your choice of words, subpar at best
Brings nothing towards the war which you digressed.
And everything grows still
The places and the buildings
That we've built begin to tilt
I've lost everything, I've lost you.
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