Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Blame Games and Losing Streaks

should i wait til you’re listening

should i wait til you care

after all this time i spent

it’s like i was never even there

visions of redemption

are nothing i can’t be

but your pride is a bitter pill

extra dosage turned to me

and i can’t stop it now

this runaway train of empty conversations

 

please don’t talk your way back,

please don’t make believe you want amends,

it’s over it’s over it’s over,

it’s too broken to be fixed,

 

you’re like the itch,

the one that can’t be scratched,

maybe i’m blaming you

for all i didn’t see,

and why i’m lonely.

suddenly i’m staring at your back,

no knife in my hands

but i can’t turn away just yet.

and i can’t stop it now

this runaway train of empty conversations

 

please don’t talk your way back,

please don’t make believe you want amends,

it’s over it’s over it’s over,

it’s too broken to be fixed.

 

are bridges made to be burned?

are lessons made to be learned the hard way?

are bridges made to be burned?

are lessons made to be learned the hard way?

are bridges made to be burned?

are lessons made to be learned the hard way?

are bridges made to be burned?

are lessons made to be learned the hard way?

are bridges made to be burned?

are lessons made to be learned the hard way?

 

please don’t talk your way back,

please don’t make believe you want amends,

it’s over it’s over it’s over,

it’s too broken to be fixed

please don’t talk your way back,

please don’t make believe you want amends,

i can’t pretend that it’s not over yet,

it’s too broken to be fixed again.