the clock is moving backwards but i still dont wanna stop it
faster and faster
the hands try to make it last her
hands slammed on the table and she yelled at
me
get your eyes off of the hands and your brain in the clouds
the thing i
will miss most is being told i will miss it
the lyrics may eventually come off
as bein explicit
my arms shake i've got the jitters and the
taste in my mouth
is bitter as if every bit is
worth something
you won't remember
specifics
don't matter
holding hands in the corridor
even though she's a whore
it
doesn't matter anymore
because she's closed the door
on her mind
being
honest with yourself is a virtue moreso than patience
and this might be
coming too fast as if there's some sort of latency
but it's plain as day in
hell that you can see
that it is only me
and only me
will let my mind
free
more and more
longer longer
it's only getting worse
my palms are
sweaty
but it means nothing
my dirty mind can't roam
when your in
control
feels like im losin my soul
that may have been your goal
but i don't
know
i don't know
every fucking day is the same
born of misery and pain
but
you don't hear my cryin
no you don't hear my cryin
except when i've been
lyin
i lost it all
don't fucking cry
when they that i've been split in
two
the insanity of our lives cannot be cyrstallized
you and i are alive
but are we really living
the blood is dripping from the ceiling
and my mind
has fled me
ever-fleeting love paralyzed by
an act of passion
and i am not
thinking rationally
illicit and obscure is the fashion
that we choose to
express ourselves
but why? far away but still close
and i am the only one
that understands this
and then i met her
my mind has had a temporary lapse of
memory
more and more
longer longer
it's only getting worse
my palms are
sweaty
but it means nothing
