all the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull.
pulled along or pulled apart.
the diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.
i have a story that I'd like to tell you,it's littered with settings and second takes.
i have a feeling that hums with the street lights and hides under ice in always frozen lakes.
my mistake to make you cringe.

what lies beneath these sheets you cover,
a phobia of deception, lies and solidarity.
some presence, some sort of unintentions.
id never take that grin off your face,
id never shatter such fine glass.
cross my heart.

reality beads on my skin like a slicker in the rain,but now i feel it soaking in and I begin to feel the pain.feel the dejection, deal with the mortification, you havent seen heaven and earth collide have you? should have done something but ive done it enough, by the way my hands were shaking rather waste some time with you. would you like to grant me a jellybean, string of sweet nothings and coloured paperclips and make me smile like i mean it :D

dont get your hopes too high and inevitably wasting your time on false pretences.
pretending that i would be okay.

the rhetoric and treason of saying that ill miss you.of saying "hey, well maybe you should stay."

give me novacaine.