You could love me if you knew how to lie.
I think I’m just going to give up.
Mr.Medic; please bring me back to the light?
We don’t want to be here,
Taste the blood in our mouths
Stress from not being able to scream.
Cut the stitches holding my lungs together
Bleed to death will prove useless on my résumé.
Scalpel please, I’ll do it myself.
A paper-thin smile from ear to ear,
Smile for the camera, clean steel holds our remains.
We’ll miss you
Falling into a deeper sleep;
Wasting our endless dreams on you.
I admit you’re a cunning man; you’ve managed to see all we’ve got.
I’m afraid to admit I used to love you, but that was the man you pretend to be.
Scary isn’t it? How you picked up the phone and managed to kill me.
Sounds slipping through thin lips could hurt so much.
You wanted it. I never needed it.
Mr.Medic pick up the pieces and forget to hook up the I.V.
Remind us that I’ve got little time left; and I’m leaving soon.
Electric shocks won’t restart my heart; and a little air has no effect.
I’m half conscious; I remember those dreams.
Wishing you’d lay with me,
The last thing I want to experience is the taste of your lips,
While I try not to scream, your hands on my wrists.
This battle is getting a bit harder, and I don’t deserve the tears
A natural case of betrayal; my heart you continue to break
And we may have eaten up all of your lies;
Mr.Medic, believe me, I’m lying.
I can’t forgive you.
Being here hurts more and more,
As memories shine brighter than ever.
By now, you should know what to do; physical lust wont work this time
There are many things I’d love to tell you,
But I don’t know how.
I’ve never known how.
Mr.Medic pick up the pieces and forget to hook up the I.V.
Remind us that I’ve got little time left; and I’m leaving soon.
Electric shocks won’t restart my heart; and a little air has no effect.
I’m half conscious; I remember those dreams.
Wishing you’d lay with me,
The last thing I want to experience is the taste of your lips,
While I try not to scream, your hands on my wrists.
Just a few moments more;
I need this to last.
I’m sick of being a memory stuck in the past
I can’t go back to where it all happened
Tears stain the road on which we walked.
Keep going, it only gets harder,
The weather gets colder and we start again.
And after all of this; will you remember?
Or am I just another whore you’d love to forget?
Mr.Medic; please bring me back to the light?
We don’t want to be here,
Taste the blood in our mouths
Stress from not being able to scream.
Cut the stitches holding my lungs together
Bleed to death will prove useless on my résumé.
Scalpel please, I’ll do it myself.
A paper-thin smile from ear to ear,
Smile for the camera, clean steel holds our remains.
We’ll miss you
Falling into a deeper sleep;
Wasting our endless dreams on you.
I admit you’re a cunning man; you’ve managed to see all we’ve got.
I’m afraid to admit I used to love you, but that was the man you pretend to be.
Scary isn’t it? How you picked up the phone and managed to kill me.
Sounds slipping through thin lips could hurt so much.
You wanted it. I never needed it.
Mr.Medic pick up the pieces and forget to hook up the I.V.
Remind us that I’ve got little time left; and I’m leaving soon.
Electric shocks won’t restart my heart; and a little air has no effect.
I’m half conscious; I remember those dreams.
Wishing you’d lay with me,
The last thing I want to experience is the taste of your lips,
While I try not to scream, your hands on my wrists.
This battle is getting a bit harder, and I don’t deserve the tears
A natural case of betrayal; my heart you continue to break
And we may have eaten up all of your lies;
Mr.Medic, believe me, I’m lying.
I can’t forgive you.
Being here hurts more and more,
As memories shine brighter than ever.
By now, you should know what to do; physical lust wont work this time
There are many things I’d love to tell you,
But I don’t know how.
I’ve never known how.
Mr.Medic pick up the pieces and forget to hook up the I.V.
Remind us that I’ve got little time left; and I’m leaving soon.
Electric shocks won’t restart my heart; and a little air has no effect.
I’m half conscious; I remember those dreams.
Wishing you’d lay with me,
The last thing I want to experience is the taste of your lips,
While I try not to scream, your hands on my wrists.
Just a few moments more;
I need this to last.
I’m sick of being a memory stuck in the past
I can’t go back to where it all happened
Tears stain the road on which we walked.
Keep going, it only gets harder,
The weather gets colder and we start again.
And after all of this; will you remember?
Or am I just another whore you’d love to forget?