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we had written we would sit down and start again from the beginning

it was finally time to stop whining and start doing anything something to make them believe we were living

and we kept on bleeding long after the signatures dried on the paper i stole from melissa's macbeth

and oh how i needed so much to believe in it isn't it sick how i thought that i knew you death

how romantic ushering in the new year with our childish antics

now soon after the gullible glimmer of hope turned to sarcastic laughter

and we were intelligent people with eyes in our heads it's astonishing is it i thought you were just plain shy a quiet kind of guy

with abandonment waiting behind every corner a delicate sort of a loner how lonely was i

there is still time we could still try it's very difficult when no one's there to catch you in the rye

you kept saying that the blackout were godsend at least it made living worth bathing

you kept taking the bad with the worse like some curds that your mother was making

oh and isn't it funny years later to look at it broken and shaking our heads

laughing if we had known back then what trouble it would bring

to actually want to create something beautiful now we've turned into those pitiful people

too scared to touch and drinking way too much

oh it's typical isn't it say it you cynic we asked for it

didn't we ask for it didn't we want to be lesser and lesser and covered and down with it

didn't it didn't it didn't it no

there is still time we could still try it's very difficult when no one's there to catch you in the rye