Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Fancy Words

I've picked up a habit of erasing pasts that were never mine
Of making hurt go away that I never caused
The only thing that's bad is I seem to fade away with these fates

Your dissent and inability to feel was just dressed in lace
Or maybe I mistook the pretty spider web
The pink in your cheeks was just faded red

The new track was just the skipping CD
The bonus features were just a glitch in the film
All I am trying to say now is this was all just placebo, don't make excuses

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