2003-04-20 - 8:54 p.m.
come back around and you will see
the clear and present tragedy
a man who's given up on love
no angels singing up above
no way to justify the loss
my life is not a coin I toss
no I won't sacrifice the thing
that leads my lonely heart to sing
of times to come when death is gone
and we all party on and on
mentally, you prepare for this
but quickly scratch it off your list
How can I chill out with you
when death is stirring in your brew?
remember how it came to be?
I'll soon forget that I am free
And lean my head against your form
Your raging fire to keep me warm
too soon your mind will become bored
and time will tug upon your chord
you'll say you've changed your mind again
so don't neglect to find a friend
to keep me while you're not around
you'll look me up when you're in town
so tie a stringer on your finger
don't be lame and please don't linger
I can't love what I don't respect
so tie a noose around your neck
come back around and you will find
the one you've gone and left behind
full of issues, so extreme,
but gentle as a good girl's dream
ready to fight all hell for you
and hopelessly in love, it's true.
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