priestson

When the blood drips from your vein onto the icy blade I feel your razor nestled deep with my ribs And when I hear your screams echoing down these distant streets I yearn to grasp your hand and rub away your scars I wish that I could steal the ashes you keep hidden in your throat I would choke them down if it would let you breath again I've often thought myself of turning forward the clock I've reached out for the dial But then I see you standing in the doorway My hand quivers like the knife above your pulsing vein Your looming heart envelops mine with its deep and massive shadow and I cannot stand to let you cry in pain

Let it out Let it scream throw it like the brick you hold in all your dreams let it crash let it crash i've got no more bottles to fill with the shit i keep throw them all against the wall and let them all cry and weep i'm tired of dying everyday i'm tired of locking it all away its time to stop time to move on time to stand up time to write a song let it crash let it crash

Certain ideals, I have discovered, are very real very attainable To a cynic, there is no such thing as love We are merely flesh and bones Love is an illusion Tell this to the two, completely in love, who stroll, hand in hand, by the side of a snow covered lake Their love, this snow covered scene. this is Real

and when you start to cry you won't look me in the eye i only know one thing to say and, god, i hope it makes you stay: i love you when i look out my window see all the stars in the sky and while i gaze into them all i pretend they are your eyes i love you My days are spent sitting by the phone without your voice you know i feel so alone and like the eye before the storm just take my hand and here we go i love you and when i look into the mirror thinking of all the things i want to say but when i turn and see your face all these thoughts just go away i love you