Your heart's been used
As target practice
But I'm not the one
Holding onto that gun
(?)
With tears and silence

And save yourself
From the scars that wrap
Around your wrist
And keep you numb

I can't rewrite
The soundtrack to your dreams
But I'll sing you to sleep

There's irony to this story
When I can let go
Of someone who just
Wouldn't hold on
And we've become
Just another young tragedy

And save yourself
From the scars that wrap
Around your wrist
And keep you numb

I can't rewrite
The soundtrack to your dreams
But I'll sing you to sleep

Do you find safety in numbers
And wonder what's in between
Seventeen and me?
Do you cry aloud

(Save yourself
From the scars that wrap
Around your wrist
And keep you numb)

My sweet pessimist

I can't rewrite
The soundtrack to your dreams

No, I can't rewrite
The soundtrack to your dreams
But I'll sing you to sleep


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    General Commentthe first verse is:

    Your heart's been used
    As target practice
    But I'm not the one
    Holding onto that gun
    or wounds you've sutured tight
    With tears and silence

    :)
    lannenon November 04, 2008   Link

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