Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Song -- Cherrytree

The cherrytree down the hallway
Past the box of lovers tiff
Blows in the breeze
Of the gale-force winds you wish,
On me
I wrap my arms around the branches
But they splinter, snap and drive themselves
Through my armour-plated skin
Towards me

Why do you wish
That I was hurt?
Our book you ripped
The pages burnt
By the acid dripping off my lips
Just for you

We could have been
Romeo and Juliet
We almost are,
Without the romance but
We’re much more like
Elain and Lancelot
You’re an ass-hole
And I fell for it

My clothes smell of hate now
It stinks yet it's so close
To what used to be a comfort
I can't always hold my nose
You're jacket
You can have it
It reminds me of your logic

Why do I think
You'll come running back
You took your things
We're a pretty train wreck
We're not famous
We'll forget this
Please don't let us regret this

We could have been
Romeo and Juliet
We almost are,
Without the romance but
We’re much more like
Elain and Lancelot
You’re an ass-hole
And I fell for it

(Don't let us blow away like dust)
I fell for it
(Please come back, I'm begging you)
I fell for it
(Oh no, please no, let us be like feathers)
I fell for you

The cherrytree down the hall way
Past the box of lovers tiffs
Blossoms in the darkness
The lights went out over us
I'll try and find you in the panic
But somehow you resist
I've still got your name on my heart, though, 'cause
It's you I always miss

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