living room

monthstalking not quite enough she said, listening to songs that made things even worse. get in the car, and she starts vomiting these words that mean more to you than anything.months
laying in my bed, our heads twisting together forming monsters that can found from under my bed.
this girls hand in mine, kissing over and over in bright light and at red stop lights. picking her up and taking her home, going to different beds at night.
drinking with friends running out of time, but we've got the rest of our lives yet feeling so rushed.
its just the hush sound playing from her stereo making her feel this way. &nb


wrong wayWriting words across your face, tearing back the pages day by day.wrong way
Asking you questions you never wanted to answer,
false accusations that were always made.
I don't blame you for walking away, i'd do the same.
Those days coverd in blankets in your bed,
never once touching me is what scared me.
You never made sense and you were best friends with the cheshire.
And i guess i was never good enough to be your alice,
the looking glass was wrong.
The carpenter made a fool out of you, drowning you in alcohol.
Falling down the hole wasn't good enough either,
but she caught me
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I'll stay in time and watch you pass by
I draw this line and hope you'll take my side
//alexisonfire//
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Floating City Designs
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everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
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"Who tells u not to part from the herd? The wolf or the herd ?"
What makes you perfect for me ? Your flaws.
For More.
thank you
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