I'm lost, just like you
and your'e lost just like me,
so shouldn't that mean we could live together
and be happy?
I guess it didn't mean the same thing to you,
when you told me that you loved me.
I guess I didn't mean to say anything,
when I held your hand and kissed your cheek.
We could have left it all at that,
maybe then I would save myself from this heart attack,
maybe then I wouldn't be wearing all black.

I'm tired of writing sad songs,
and trying to find some place that I feel I belong.
when you left me on main street,
I pretended I was fine as I began to leave,
but the first second I knew you couldn't see
I fell to the ground and busted my knees.
I opened my arm to watch myself bleed,
and went home and painted every nail black,
To symbolize your touch,
and the lack of my trust.
I went home, and smoked cigarettes back to back.

So I guess you love him now, I guess I don't understand,
how to love anyone else but you.
Won't you float away with me?
Leave behind everything you want to be.
We can stick the gun, deep in our throat.

And let our creativity explode into a painting on the wall,
wont you be my painting on the wall?
I'd be yours.

If you ever decide that you love me again,
I'm here just keep me posted.

I don't sleep anymore,
I wan't to pretend my life is a dream.
can't I toss you into my unconsciousness,
and just pretend this is a bad dream.
I can't stomach food anymore,
nothing taste like your lips.
oh god throw me into this heart breaking fit, don't let me live on,
don't let me go like this.