you are the fire, on my apartment floor
sixteen stories, i'd rather burn than fall
it isn't fate, that took us all by storm
it's just the turn of the card

goodbye old friend
goodbye goodnight
i'll move on
you'll it fate, i'll call it karma
we had our time, it was fun
while it lasted

i'll look back, with honor
and no regrets
i won't be mad, won't feel bad
this memories will never leave me
don't be sad
cause life goes on, life goes on
it's getting too late
tomorrow is here




Days full of cherry wine, telling you something about yourself
That someone could have just told you if they were honest, like cherry wine
It brings you clarity and brings you spite and everything but what you really want
And you're my cherry wine telling me something about myself I really don't want to know
Why not drown me in this state of discontent?

Why Not Drown Me?

Here we go
down that same old road again
Empathy controls the wind that blows
and tickles our skin

A memory, a regret, a hope, a stimulant…

Recent it seems
We must push on
Though we bleed
We must push on...

All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood
in a modest town where honest people dwell
Making the cleanest energy
for the greenest plants to grow
in the richest soil that is drenched with the freshest rain
Then you should sit in your backyard,
watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops
because they unveil honest opinions about the stars

The first time I saw a body bend that way
I realized that we're more beautiful dead than alive
Then, with bloodied flesh removed, your rib cage ripped away
And I saw why they say beauty comes from the inside










"If you shoot someone in the head with a .45 every time you kill somebody, it becomes like your fingerprint, see? But if you strangle one,
stab another, one you cut up, one you don't, then the police don't know what to do. They think you're 4 different people. What they really
like, what makes their job so much easier, is pattern. What they call a modus operandi. That's latin. Bet you didn't know any latin, did ya
otis?"

"big fuckin deal."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"It's like a trail of shit, otis. It's like the blood droppings from a deer you shot, and all they gotta do is follow those droppings, and
pretty soon, they're gonna find their deer.

"Why don't you use a gun?"

"You can use a gun. I'm not saying you can't use a gun. Just don't use the same gun twice."

Save me from this
Love affair with broken hearts
Before it's too late
Save me or save yourself
Love affair with broken hearts
Before it's too late
Me or save yourself