I'm sorry for thinking
You're the one who's sinking
when I'm sinking into you..
You make me come unglued
then meld me back together.
I wish that we could last forever,
but I never thought that I
could ever let you
fuck my mind like this.
It really freaking hurts
and it's breaking my heart
to think that yours is worse
or I'll be in a hearse,
or trapped inside a box
stuck with all these thoughts of you,
forcing me to come unglued
over and over and over again,
trapped inside my so-called sin.
I know I gave a name to it,
but that don't mean
that I'll give in.
I won't let it win.
I can't let it in.
The side of me that's in you too,
it wants me to come unglued,
but it's still a part of me,
and it's stuck to you, too..
Don't stare at me as hard
as I stared at you.
Please don't take it so far
that I come all the way unglued,
and please stop pulling
at my strings.
You know it's got me
thinning things
like Vengeance is a bitch
who's living in a ditch
right under our bed
and cutting off our heads.
I know I'll wind up dead
if I let her win.
I don't know what you think
but i know my pink heart
ia ripping apart
at every painful thought I had,
and I can't let it get that bad,
and I cannot be quite that sad,
for if I am then I'll get mad
and wanna fight again
just like I wanted to back then,
a long-short time ago.
You will never know
how far I wanted to go,
because I wasn't even sure
and now I'm so fucking lost,
can't let go of these thoughts
that are forming frost
around the edges of my heart
that's being torn apart for you.
It's not your fault I came unglued,
but please put me back together,
and say again for me
forever and a day.
You know that I won't fade,
for my heart would turn gray.
There'd be no more day and night,
and my soul would take flight
on an empty cloud of smoke
and then I would soon choke
but you have broke me down
so I can't hit the ground
without your help at least,
so don't bring out the leash,
or you know I'll want to run
then come back to you for fun
and my mind would be done running
at least for a little while
only when you make me smile,
but I can't run a mile
without you by my side.
So walk me down the aisle
after we are wed,
or carry me a mile
to our fucking bed
and nearly slice my neck
cause you know it fucking thrills me.
Just don't leave the knife,
for staring after kills me.
I know it's in my head,
but it's also in our bed
and just underneath
hidden by a sheath.