| White Sea – Overdrawn Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Last check, this sabotage As you're waiting for your train Couldn't be more bored now could ya? Everything is so, so clear Inside your head, your heart beats Looks so good to all of your imaginary friends Sidestep, Two-punch, Fight it..... tra la la You've got The sense You needed..... tra la la Your head up higher I know the surface, it can seem so far away But you don't need to hold your breath anymore It's crystal, it's so so clear Those winning speeches look so great to all of your imaginary friends Sidestep, two-punch, fight it.....tra la la You've got the sense You needed...... tra la la Sidestep, two-punch, fight it.....tra la la Your head up higher for now I know the surface, it can seem so far away But you don't need to hold your breath anymore It's crystal, it's so so clear Those winning speeches looks so great to all of your... all of your... imaginary friends |
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| Jack Off Jill – Strawberry Gashes Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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This song could mean any of the things you guys have said... but I'd like to put forward what it means personally to me... For me, this song is about my two baby sisters... let me tell you how... Turn her over (finding them curled up in bed, rolling them over to find their faces covered in smudged mascara, their arms and legs shredded with a blunt razor... they won't even look at me.) A candle is lit, I see through her (I can read their minds, I know how their feeling, I've been there, even when they wont talk...) Blow it out and save all her ashes for me (Just let them go, please, holy fuck, just let me fix them, I need them) Curse me sold her The poison that runs it's course through her (I started this hell, I cut before them, I was depressed, I got hostile, I was a mess, Death is catching, it rots you out and then everything around you rots too... I got better, they got worse) Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over (Its almost pretty, all criss-crosses fresh cuts and old scars... but seeing it on their arms, on the hands I held, on the legs i taught to race and ride a bike, on the arms i taught to climb trees... I feel sick to the stomach every time) Watch me fault her You're living like a disaster (I try so fucking hard... I tell them they'll regret it, they're fucked, just stop it jesus just stop before there's nothing left) She said kill me faster (they don't give a fuck, they thrive on the attention, and they can't see the sky anymore, everythings dark, just like it was for me... but what if they dont survive it? I couldn't live with myself...) with strawberry gashes all over Called her over and asked her if she was improving She said feels fine it's wonderful wonderful here (they see psychs and get put in hospitals, they get better, they get worse, they lie, they say its fine... and some days it is... it can't be denied, blood-letting and starving yourself can leave you with some good clean days... before it fucks you up forever... and besides, the pretty little pills fell so goddamn friendly.) Hex me told her I dreamt of a devil that knew her tell them to stop fucking cruel boys, stop smoking pot, stop drinking till they pass out, tell them to stick to the healthy friends, the others'll just drag you down.... but i can't tell them that.... they listen and then hate me for "judging".) Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over Watch me fault her You're living like a disaster She said kill me faster with strawberry gashes all over I lay quiet waiting for her voice to say "Some things you lose and some things you just give away" Scold me failed her (and I cant stop thinking I have, I've failed them, I should be their guardian, always) If only I'd held on tighter to her (Maybe if i'd been kinder, held tighter, been wiser, known what to say...) Pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me away from me (I'm losing them.... one kilogram of starved off weight at a time, one inch of carved up skin at a time, one meaningless fuck from a boy who doesn't care, one cone, one bottle of vodka, one forfeited dream at a time...) Watch me lose her It's almost like losing myself Give her my soul and let them take somebody else get away from me (and it's just how I feel... please let it all be stuck to me, and take them back to fair haired kids with toothy smiles and an obsession with lady-bugs... I'd do anything to change places... but some days I just can't deal "get away from me" some days my fucked up family is just way too much.... I need space, my head is caving in...) Watch me fault her You're living like a disaster She said kill me faster with strawberry gashes all over all over me ("all over me"... Some days... today... I'm so tempted to go right back to where they are... I hurt too much.. I want to take the blade and let it go and be the victim again, not some fucking adolescent messiah clkeaning up their blood off the bathroom floor.) |
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