she said "i'm not a quick fix or a drunken fuck and i'm old enough to be young enough to know myself", so i didn't even entertain the fact that i know me. "i'm a mistaken, paler, anecdote. i understand your soul, i appreciate every word you wrote; let's roll in two part harmony because you have my heart - isn't that enough?" (so ride this out). what a haunting moment, what a haunting sight. she had ammunition freckles and a body to fight. she was insightful, excited - a marginal parade. how could she have me so figured out when my tongue is a weapon in an aging mouth and i never have anything positive to say? i only have your heart and that’s fucked you up. it's not enough.
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