Eyedea And Abilities

Hay Fever
I'm not shit, I'm champagneLet's all go home and kill ourselves and our radiosWhere's my head? This isn't mine.nobody loves a thing everyone is fucking crazy.In controlit's not my faultthey'll be sorry once I skin themscared to lifeA painless deathmake sure she knows I love her right before she floats awayI can't hear you, screams too loudAll my eyedeas (ideas) become perfect little blind spotsFold me in, tucked awayI'm starting to think I never learn what I need to learnall things pass we bruise skinholding onto things we shouldn't be allowed to keepMake them proud dredged in guiltcall me when the miracle reduces to coincidence.My casted wings are almost stubs now...I can't feel a thing... just like you promised.I was always bad at being good,I was always bad at being good,I was always bad...Letras de cancionesThere's no hell more harsh than a memory.There's no home more hell than an empty nest.Winter takes the warm away.Spring takes the cold away.Summer takes the rain away.and Fall took away my friend.I believe there's never a place better than right where you are.although imagining an after life can tend to mend a broken heart,And with someone dead, it's a way of coping with loss.But I don't need you out there somewhere if I have you in my thoughts.I don't envy anyone in a position where they're forced to choose,Pull the plug or not I can't tell if this is for me or you.I mean I know you're sick, tired, and confused.but sometimes letting the tired go to sleep is the best thing to do.I will hold your head while the doctor sticks the needle in.I'll always remember our companionship and what it meant,And on Sunday, October the 5th you took your last breath,and you will be missed. From Letras Mania