October 2009
last day on earth.
Look down,
The ground below is crumbling.
Look up,
The stars are all exploding.
Hey yeah, hey yeah oh
Hey yeah, hey yeah
It’s the last, day on earth,
In my dreams, in my dreams,
It’s the end, of the world,
And you’ve come back, to me.
In my dreams.
Between,
The dust and the debris.
There’s a light,
Surrounding you and me.
Hey yeah, hey yeah oh oh
Hey yeah, hey yeah
It’s the last, day on earth,
In my dreams, in my dreams,
It’s the end, of the world,
And you’ve come back, to me.
In my dreams.
And you hold me closer than I,
Can ever remember being held,
And I’m not, afraid to sleep now,
If we can stay like this until.
It’s the last, day on earth,
In my dreams, in my dreams,
It’s the end, of the world,
And you’ve come back, to me.
In my dreams.
Hey yeah, hey yeah oh oh
Hey yeah, hey yeah
In my head I play your conversations,
Over and over ‘til they feel like hallucinations,
You know me, I love to lose my mind.
And everytime anybody speaks your name,
I still feel the same, I ache, I ache, I ache inside.
In my head I play your conversations,
Over and over ‘til they feel like hallucinations,
You know me, I love to lose my mind.
And everytime anybody speaks your name,
I still feel the same, I ache, I ache, I ache inside.
l-o-v-e 's just another word i never learn to pronounce
in a world that dictates what we should love and hate,
its easy to get confused between wat i need and want.
maybe once apon a time, childhood sweathearts and prince charmings existed.
now we snicker at the thought of lables, for fear of being owned.
missing out on whats around the corner, being stuck behind a fence where the grass is deffinatly greener outside of what you know.
im not ready for no happy ever after, heck i’m not even looking for mr right.
i live each day as it comes, un-dictated by jelousy or guilt, and the only mr right i’ll meet, is mr right now.
no fairytales taking place tonight, in the morning i dont expect you to call.
infact if your a jerk, a dick, a downright ass
ill probably “love” you more.
i gave up up on finding “romance” as dictated by the world, intertwining fingers, soon grow ice fucking cold, hot breath gets you bothered when breathing down your neck,
and 20 messages a day of whats up, what now?, where you at, who with?
who says i need another, to complete what makes me, me?
