Tuesday, January 31, 2012



Try to cut out the glass
That was buried deep inside my skin
But I just kept opening veins the wrong way
I try to find the words to speak
Through the rope that's tied against my throat
And every word like glass has your name

I try to find some excuse
For the static on the end of the line
'Cause I can't make sense of your voice anymore
And to think that there will always be
Some part of you that's not part of me
I prefer the memory to the girl

I love you is just another way
To convince us of the lies we've told
I love you is just another way of killing time
I know that I turned my back
But I did it just to face the fact
That what I saw in your eyes
Wasn't mine anymore

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