1.Saints and Sailors
This is where I say Ive had enough
No one should ever feel the way that I feel now
A walking open wound
A trophy display of bruises
And I dont believe that im getting any better
Any better
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And im thinking awful things
Pretty sure that few would notice
And this appartment is straving for an argument
Anything at all to break the silence
Wondering this house like I never wanted out
And this is about as social as I get now
And im throwing away the letters I am writing you
Cause they would never do
I would never do
Never
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And im thinking awful things
Pretty sure that few would notice
And this appartment is starving for an argument
Anything at all to break the silence
Dont be a liar
Dont say that everythings working
When everythings broken
And you smile like a saint
But you curse like a sailor
And you might say the jokes on me
Im not laughing
Your not leaving
Who do I think I am kidding
When im the only one locked in this cell
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And im thinking awful things
Pretty sure that few would notice
And this appartment is starving for an argument
Anything at all to break the silence
So dont be a liar
Dont say that everythings working
When everythings broken
And you smile like the saint
But your curse like the sailor
And you might say the jokes on me
2.Again I Go Unnoticed
So quiet another wasted night,
the television steals the conversation.
Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed.
Please tell me that you're just feeling tired cause
if its more than that I feel that
I might break out of touch, out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed,
cause I can read your rolling eyes.
out of touch, are we out of time？
Close lipped another good night kiss is robbed of all
its passion. Your grip,
another time is slack it leaves me feeling empty.
I'll wait until tomorrow maybe you'll feel better then,
maybe we'll be better then.
So what's another day when
I can't bear these nights of thoughts
of going on without you.
This mood of yours is temporary and
it seems worth the wait to see you smile again.
Out of the corner of your eye won't be
the only way you look at me then.
3.Saints and Sailors
This is where I say I've had enough and no one
should ever feel the way that I feel now.
A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises and
I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and
I'm thinking awful things and
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
Wandering this house like
I've never wanted out and this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that
I am writing you 'cause they would never do,
I would never do.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and
I'm thinking awful things and
I'm retty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
So don't be a liar don't say that
'everything's working' when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint but you curse
like a sailor and your eyes say the jokes on me.
4.Screaming Infidelites~ corrected version
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, and this bottle of
beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets.
You're not alone and you're not discreet.
You make sure I know who's taking you home.
I'm reading your note over again.
And there's not a word that I comprehend, except when you signed
it 'I will love you always and forever.'
And as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone
and wonder how you're making out.
But as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out.
I'm missing your laugh, how did it break？
And when did your eyes begin to look fake？
I hope you're as happy as you're pretending.
I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets,
And I am alone in my defeat,
I wish I knew it was simply at home.
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep, and this bottle of
beast is taking me home.
And as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone
and wonder how you're making out.
But as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out.
Your hair, it's everywhere. Screaming infidelities, taking it's
wear.
5.Screaming Infidelities
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, and this bottle of
beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets.
You're not alone and you're not discreet.
You make sure I know who's taking you home.
I'm reading your note over again.
And there's not a word that I comprehend, except when you signed
it 'I will love you always and forever.'
And as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone
and wonder how you're making out.
But as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out.
I'm missing your laugh, how did it break？
And when did your eyes begin to look fake？
I hope you're as happy as you're pretending.
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep, and this bottle of
beast is taking me home.
Your hair, it's everywhere. Screaming infidelities, taking it's
wear.
6.Standard Lines
Which of the bold faced lies will we use？ I hope you're happy,
you really deserve it, this will be best for us both in the end.
But your taste still lingers on my lips like I just placed them
upon yours and I starve for you.
But this new diet's liquid and dulling to the senses. And it's
crude but it will do.
Which of the standard lines will we use？
I've been meaning to call you. I've just been so busy. We'll
catch up soon. Let's make a point to.
But your taste still lingers on my lips like I just placed them
upon yours and I starve for you. But this new diet's liquid and
dulling to the senses. And it's crude but it will do.
7.The Best Deceptions
I heard about your trip.
I hear about your souvenirs.
I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights, and the cool
guys you spent them with. Well I guess I should have heard of
them for you.
I guess I should have heard of them from you.
Don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over？ and all
the 'Best Deceptions' and 'Clever Cover Story' awards go to you.
So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I let
you.
You will be back some day and this awkward kiss that tells of
other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away.
I heard about your regrets.
I heard that you were feeling sorry.
I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right
between us.
Well, I guess I should have heard of that from you.
I guess I should have heard of that from you.
Don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over？
And all the 'Best Deceptions' and the 'Clever Cover Story'
awards go to you.
So kiss me hard, 'cause this will be the last time that I let
you.
You will be back someday and this awkward kiss that screams of
other people's lips will be of service to keeping you away.
I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers, I'll be back
someday and this awkward kiss that screams of other people's
lips will be of service to keeping you away.
I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers, I'll be all right
when my hands get warm.
Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing. I'd rather you'r
never heard my voice.
You're calling too late, too late to be gracious and you do not
warrant long good-byes.
You're calling too late.
You're calling too late.
You're calling too late.
8.The Brilliant Dance
So this is odd, the painful realisation that all has gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all.
So you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters
lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better. Does it make it
any better？
And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had
your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange, our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant
dance where nobody leads at all, where nobody leads at all.
And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this
empty sound is defaning and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task and thinking's just too much to
ask and you're measuring you minutes by a clock that's blinking
eights.
This is incredible. Starving, insatiable, yes, this is love for
the first time. Well, you'd like to think that you were
invincible. Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss
for the first time. Well this is the last time.
9.The Good Fight
Consider the odds, consider the obvious. The martyr is
meaningless, the campaign has died. In the planning stages and
the fallen faces are the singular proof that it was ever alive.
This purchased rebellion has been outbidded, denounced and
rescinded and left to die championless.
I begged you not to go. I begged you, I pleaded. Claimed you as
my only hope and watched the floor as you retreated. Hope has
sprung a perfect dive a perfect day, a perfect lie, a slowly
crafted monologue conceding your defeat.
This purchased rebellion has been outbidded denounced and
rescinded and left to die Championless.
I begged you not to go. I begged you, I pleaded. Claimed you as
my only hope and watched the floor as you retreated.
Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight？ Basking
in your victory, hollow and alone to boast your bitter bragging
rights to anyone who'll listen. While you're left with nothing
tangible to gain.
10.The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself, and covered with a
perfect shell, such a charming beautiful exterior. Laced with
brilliant smiles and shining eyes and perfect posture, but
you're barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping by.
Well this is one time, this is one time that you can't fake it
hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all, or anyone at
all. And the grave that you refuse to leave the refuge that
you've built to flee the places that you've come to fear the
most, is the place that you have come to fear the most.
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself and hidden in the
public eye such a stellar monument to loneliness. Laced with
brilliant smiles and shining eyes and perfect makeup, but you're
barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping by.
Well this is one time, this is one time that you can't fake it
hard enough to please everyone, or anyone at all, or anyone at
all. And the grave that you refuse to leave the refuge that
you've built to flee. The places that you've come to fear the
most, is the place that you have come to fear the most.
11.This Bitter Pill
Walking away. It's not the same as running. Is it to you now
that you've run this in the ground. And you say take this. This
medicine is just what you deserve. Swallow choke and die.
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound.
With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare glaring
over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing
out.
It's wearing off and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
and a head to match. The bottle is waiting the cap is twisted
begging to be used and so are you.
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound.
With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare glaring
over and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out.
12.This Ruined Puzzle
This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down so the
placing goes slowly. The pictures of anything other than it's
meant to be. But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own. I never
said 'Don't go.'
I've hidden a note. It's pressed between pages that you've
marked to find your way back. It says：
'Does he ever get the girl？'
But what if the pages stay pressed, the chapters unfinished, the
stories too dull to unfold？
Does he ever get the girl？
This basement's a coffin, I'm buried alive. I'll die in here
just to be safe. I'll die in here just to be safe. 'Cause you're
gone I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh. I never
said 'Goodbye.'
I've hidden a note, it's pressed between pages that you've
marked to find your way back. It says：
'Does he ever get the girl？'
But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat. Don't be
concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own. I never said 'Don't
go.'
Does he ever get the girl？
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