I spent so much time making plans
that I don't know who I am anymore
The sun's as dark as any other kinda weather
out the view of my window.
I keep on looking at the sky
but I can't tell which cloud was mine.
I breathe the taste of your lips
in the air, you're still there
and I know I'm not alone.

I know tonight I'll try again
to pretend that I don't care where you are.
Since your with him I must begin
to start this sin cheek to cheek with another.
I hear your song across my dreams
and I can't tell what this means
I feel your heart beat as my own
but I can't care if I feel you there
I have to do this alone.

I gotta get out
to where I belong
but I can't tell if tomorrow is wrong.

I gotta get out
to where I belong
but I can't tell if tomorrow is wrong.

I spent so much time making plans
that I don't know who I am without you.

Although you've lost your heart,
there is no way to be aware
when those nights become restless
with destruction in the air.
I'll steal all the clouds
and leave the sun alone to die
remove the flowers from your hair
and the twinkle in your eye.

You have grown into beauty,
but your insides decompose
a melody of few bars
and lyrics too monotone.
But i can't say goobye
I won't wish you death
I love you so much
that I'm living without breath.

Everything dream is a memory,
our future was meant to pass
or lives were intertwined
when you wanted this to last.
but now we're nothing
not even a crumb of company
I don't know what's left
to keep me going

I can only say goodbye
fifty times in everday
before i make the call
or the letter to say
how much i need you here
but how much i hate you
how you killed everything I was
how i need to save you.

but this is gone.
and I am dying inside.
Who will I become now.
fidgeting and lying
when no one will listen anymore
especially you
I wish I could hold you

and I wish I could save you.

Tell me a Story

Your heart beat tells the story
of the world beneath you skin.
Though you are an author of nobody,
I keep trying to let you in.

Those broken words you wrote say something
about all the hope I left behind.
All of the dreams we could have lived for.
and all of the places that we left die.

Your words are home,
Your words are my home,
but now that our time has come to go,
your story's a love I'll never know.
With the red in your pen,
tell me how it will end.
Tell me a story.

Watching you fade in the backseat window,
the paperback drifting through your eyes.
The heart beat that echos for a moment,
the silence creates our last goodbyes.

Across the sky the color purple,
pressing it's wind against my lips.
The cold of the rain falls slowly slanting,
reminding me where the pieces fit.

Your words are home,
Your words are my home,
but now that our time has come to go,
your story's a love I'll never know.
With the red in your pen,
tell me how it will end.

Tell me a story.
Just Tell me a story.
Tell me a story.
Of how it will end.

With the red in your pen,
tell me how it will end.
Tell me a story.
Author me in.

Headphones

Let my blood be unique today,
Strengthened.
all the words left unsaid must pour steadily in my ear,
with a crimson ink, with a truthful tone.
I can feel it's warmth tearing through my veins.
It's pulse controlling my every step.
I am the puppet of this sound.