oh, god, there's that hope again. now i'm squeezing tightly 'til my hands turn purple. hold my breath and gain a face to match. pacing quickly in a thousand circles. did you know you are a lighthouse? i've doggy paddled through the deepest of sewage so when i get to the shore i apologize. cologne? no, this just bleeds right through it. you greet me in the morning when you're going to bed, i wear you out each night while you run through my head. you are someone i could be proud of, not a burning building i should get out of, not a black eye caked in cover-up, or alcohol coating my wounds and your throat. you greet me in the morning when you're going to bed, i wear you out at night while you run through my head. oh, god, there's your hand outstretched. now i'm squeezing tightly 'til ours both turn purple. heart on my sleeve with a tint to match, it's taken a beating since just after april. did you know you are a surgeon? suture up my wounds, i've faith that you can do it. yeah, there might be scarring but i need something permanent. bandages? no, this just bleeds right through it. you greet me in the morning when you're going to bed, i wear you out at night while you run through my head.
Track Name: Rose Before Bros by Ghoul for a Goblin
passing on your judgment and recently learned slurs. if every rose has a thorn then you were hers. i might be shitty but then i'm manure and i'll let her grow in this prosthetic floor. she's already beautiful but i'll help her stand taller and i won't wait 'til i'm all alone to call her. you tried to cut her off at the stem but i won't let it happen again. even if you tried you couldn't find the in-between: eyes dreary in the corner or coked out on caffeine. passive aggression, prone to panic attacks, and you couldn't bother covering your tracks. man i wish that the past was just the past but i couldn't be lucky enough for all of that. you tried to cut her off at the stem but i won't let it happen again. nothing's different except for a title. nevertheless, i can't help but smile.
Track Name: It's Nice To Find Someone To Make Time Go By Until You're Dead by Emonuel
My heart is a work of art for your eyes only
So dot your eyes. I'm lost in your eyes.
My chest is a work in progress, for you my lovely.
This cage is open wide, so place your soul in mine
I wanna hold your hand
Forever hold your hand
Intertwine yours with mine
Forever hold your hand
My heart is a work of art
My chest is a work in progress
It's nice to find someone to make time go by until you're dead