You mute my cries in the back seat of your car,
or on a blanket under the stars.
When I bite your chest it sets you free.
But you reside in a world of shattered dreams
with the ghost that cut you loose and hates your voice.
You sacrifice ecstasy for gloom but that's your choice.
You're an island of a man with a dampened spirit.
My pity for you lingers in my voice but you won't hear it.
And as my nails dig deep into your back you pretend not to care.
You tell me your secrets, and we leave them there.
It's not about you. It's all about me.
I created my own tragedy.
Knowing you don't reflect my need
I still get down on my knees
And although your love ain't true,
I still come for you
"Words from the Mist" are just words & scenes that come to me through dreams, times of extreme emotion, or simply through moments of drunken splendor. They could be short stories, poems, or even lyrics.(Keep in mind that most content listed here is likely copyrighted so please don't infringe/plagiarize.)
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Come for You - Lyrics
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