Friday, January 1, 2010

inches and falling

i love love, i love being in love, i don't care what it does to me..

take these tattered boxes that used to hold your clothes,
break them down, build them back up with your bones
all you do is construct a mess
you're good to me when only flesh
you're a memory, with nothing to show

when we would take trips we swore we'd never take pictures
pictures only prove you can't convince.
now i wish those photographs could convince you that what we had
would only turn out a negative

well well well

if finger tips are, relationships then, i could barely carry the weight
if fingers are mistakes i use this one to point the blame
just sing

i love love, i love being in love, i don't care what it does to me
These pills are fine to pass the time
'til I find my new drug
Then
We'll take our chances
we'll last a month
we'll never speak again

How I love being in love

And don't pick up the line
You're dressed to have a good time
you don't need him, you need to be seen
so someone else can treat you wrong
so you my love can sing this song

I love love
I love being in love
I don't care what it does to me
These pills are fine to pass the time
'til I find my new drug
Then
They'll take advantage
I'll claim that's what I want

To be the new statistic

How I love
How I love
How I love being in love

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