Wandering down concrete walls of painted red and starlight blue
And I'm sneaking my way to the corner
Broken knees and broken hearts never shattered quite so nicely
I'm bound by my conscience and its constant pestering
Shouldn't have gone there
Shouldn't have done that
Shouldn't have said all those words that I did
Sleep my way through another raging, quiet night
And I'll wake up with scars on my dreams
Lit and burned with matches made of fear
I doubt the very existence that I have
Forget to write the song inside my head
Instead I plaster floors with sentences that have no meaning
And put a fraying, lying rug upon the swept-up dust
Bite my lip and pretend it's all clean and good
Try to ignore my conscience
Should've gone there
Should've done that
Should've said all those word that I didn't
Hang my long sleeves out to dry
Threaded with nights of sad, sad prayers
And hope that nobody steals them from me while I'm away.
15 years ago
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