Medic.
What happened to the person I used to know?
The hissing of the past, it’s trying to show
Me what went wrong but I can’t listen to this
I can’t seem to understand
The insane in it all just screams, “It’s alright”
So weak from trying to stop this conflict
Inside yourself, so weak from burning out.
Some of us would kill to help you
To hold you when you cry
But tonight will be no exception,
For the man who held the world in his palm
For the boy who didn’t know I loved him.
Those things said were all lies to get what you want
If you were here you wouldn’t be with me at all
I can’t describe what I felt when I touched your lips
The taste of heat and love filled me up to the edge
Killing me softly like a needle of heroin.
Pulling me further into the depth
Of obsession how much more lost could I get?
They tried to lead me by a burning rope,
And I soon lost It all in the ashes,
Just like I lost you in the fire.
What happened to the person I used to know?
The Bullet that shot me was gone now
Something happened to the boy I fell in love with
Could He ever be fixed?
Did he WANT to be helped?
Midnight gun fights, race cars, movie stars
Marijuana, Heroin, Cocaine, LSD, PCP
What’s been going on in that body of yours?
Mindfucked Mind-Freaked Euphoria isn’t you’re best subject
And you know what happens when you stick your nose
Too far into those silly substances.
High trance, the psycho-sounds of a coloured dance
One of which we’ve seen too much around this faded town.
“I love you, Mr. Medic” Holding on for dear life,
Pressed upon the seat was my body,
Limp from blood loss. He took it all away.
Don’t trip; this town will break your arms and neck.
You’re dirty secrets aren’t going with you to the grave,
Because the buildings have seen inside your dreams.
Sex, Blood and Florescent lighting have emptied your mind
Of whatever love you’ve ever had.
I promise you I’ll get it back,
But you have to trust me.
Just FUCKING TRUST ME.
To hell with the goddamned guitar solos
The metal strings, pretty lines.
Music isn’t the only thing fueling our sex now,
It’s your silly love for getting off.
You can take the pictures and rip them up
I’ll do that as well, because I’m tired of looking back on what we had
And wishing that there was a future.
And Dear, I’m just a little girl
I know nothing of the games you like to play
With those painful words and toxic kisses,
Your hands gripping my hips with a jet black stare.
You dare not sympathize with those boys who do it so much better than you
But then again, you’re keeping me from finding out.
Pop those pills, play those guitars
Buy that illegal fun, and carve a road map on your wrist
I cried when I saw you’re loveless face
I cried when I saw what you had become
“I’m scared, Mr. Medic” Gasping, my last breath
As I went under the knife without any morphine
I watched you remove my heart, and then my stomach
My vital organs belonged to you, and all that I encased.
I’m sorry that this letter of resignation wasn’t long enough
I forgot to double space, sign with a line of powdered Vicadin.
But shooting it up isn’t going help you
And pushing me away isn’t the right thing to do either.
So stay a little while, and remember whom you were.
Because I loved you, when you were okay.
I loved you, before you let us go.
The hissing of the past, it’s trying to show
Me what went wrong but I can’t listen to this
I can’t seem to understand
The insane in it all just screams, “It’s alright”
So weak from trying to stop this conflict
Inside yourself, so weak from burning out.
Some of us would kill to help you
To hold you when you cry
But tonight will be no exception,
For the man who held the world in his palm
For the boy who didn’t know I loved him.
Those things said were all lies to get what you want
If you were here you wouldn’t be with me at all
I can’t describe what I felt when I touched your lips
The taste of heat and love filled me up to the edge
Killing me softly like a needle of heroin.
Pulling me further into the depth
Of obsession how much more lost could I get?
They tried to lead me by a burning rope,
And I soon lost It all in the ashes,
Just like I lost you in the fire.
What happened to the person I used to know?
The Bullet that shot me was gone now
Something happened to the boy I fell in love with
Could He ever be fixed?
Did he WANT to be helped?
Midnight gun fights, race cars, movie stars
Marijuana, Heroin, Cocaine, LSD, PCP
What’s been going on in that body of yours?
Mindfucked Mind-Freaked Euphoria isn’t you’re best subject
And you know what happens when you stick your nose
Too far into those silly substances.
High trance, the psycho-sounds of a coloured dance
One of which we’ve seen too much around this faded town.
“I love you, Mr. Medic” Holding on for dear life,
Pressed upon the seat was my body,
Limp from blood loss. He took it all away.
Don’t trip; this town will break your arms and neck.
You’re dirty secrets aren’t going with you to the grave,
Because the buildings have seen inside your dreams.
Sex, Blood and Florescent lighting have emptied your mind
Of whatever love you’ve ever had.
I promise you I’ll get it back,
But you have to trust me.
Just FUCKING TRUST ME.
To hell with the goddamned guitar solos
The metal strings, pretty lines.
Music isn’t the only thing fueling our sex now,
It’s your silly love for getting off.
You can take the pictures and rip them up
I’ll do that as well, because I’m tired of looking back on what we had
And wishing that there was a future.
And Dear, I’m just a little girl
I know nothing of the games you like to play
With those painful words and toxic kisses,
Your hands gripping my hips with a jet black stare.
You dare not sympathize with those boys who do it so much better than you
But then again, you’re keeping me from finding out.
Pop those pills, play those guitars
Buy that illegal fun, and carve a road map on your wrist
I cried when I saw you’re loveless face
I cried when I saw what you had become
“I’m scared, Mr. Medic” Gasping, my last breath
As I went under the knife without any morphine
I watched you remove my heart, and then my stomach
My vital organs belonged to you, and all that I encased.
I’m sorry that this letter of resignation wasn’t long enough
I forgot to double space, sign with a line of powdered Vicadin.
But shooting it up isn’t going help you
And pushing me away isn’t the right thing to do either.
So stay a little while, and remember whom you were.
Because I loved you, when you were okay.
I loved you, before you let us go.