One is the touch,
Two is the feeling,
Three is the answer,
Four the meaning,
Five and six are the devil’s kicks,
So seven better be heaven.
The pages keep turning, I’ll mark off each day with a cross and I’ll laugh about all that we’ve lost
One more night, that’s all they can spend
One more night, that was a good one
One more night, I dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
putting on a brave face, trying not to listen to the voices in the back of my head. but it’s alright now. it’s a distant memory baby. alright now, you know you should just let it go. some feelings have a habit of persisting, even though you wouldn’t let it show. wearing me out, all this hanging around, it just starts getting me down, til i’m just looking for an easy way out.
brain-dead from boredom, i’m led to distraction. scratching the surface of life, nothing really happens, but it’s easy to keep busy when you tell yourself you’re traveling right. but it’s alright now. was it really worth it baby? keep on second-guessing, use my memory like a weapon, on everything I try. but it’s alright now, looking for an easy way out.
but it’s too good to throw it all away. anyone would do the same. you’ve got em going, and you’re careful not to show it, sometimes you even fool yourself a bit. it’s like magic, but it’s always been a smoke and mirrors game. such highs and lows, you put on quite a show.
i wanted to believe in all the words that i was speaking as we moved together in the dark, and all the friends that i was telling, and all the playful misspellings, and every bite i gave you left a mark. and tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didnt want to fade. but they did and so did i that day
so one last touch and then you’ll go, and we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more, but it was vile and it was cheap, and you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me.
and I watched the world being reborn ‘till one a.m.
so I thought I’d let you know it was beautiful slow dancing to tunes of Billie Holiday.
the city looked wonderful that way.
and love just like blood will always stain.
