This would be a nice place
To settle down with a nice girl
And sing songs about the end of the world
Holding hands and drying eyes
And saying last goodbyes
We can never be who we want to be
We can be what everyone tells us to be
We can say that we're unique
But we have know we're fucking not
We're like every other mildly interesting
Mildly upset-with-his-life human there ever was
You know what? You bore me
You're just like all who came before me
And begged for my forgiveness
And said I was their saviour
But I won't save you
No, I'll never save you
You can deny that you want to talk
And say that we're not friends
But I think you're wrong
I think we'll make it to the end
And I'll make you beg for my forgiveness
And trust me, you will beg
I'll have you on your knees
And make you wish that you were dead
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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