Motion Sickness
Just one more cigarette to remind me of everything this is, as you light it I'm taken back to sunsets that burnt red. Well now you hold the sun and it's slowly killing us. I'm the drugs in your blood, sometimes I'm helping but tonight I'm not.
Entrapped in these revolving doors, the spin has endangered everything that was yours! And I can't see you in the spin, the motion sickness is blurring the letters, the walks, and late nights on bedroom floors. Shatter the glass and pick me up in pieces.
You slur something pretty and I smile like I'm the target, but for the last three weeks you've been threatening to leave, but "love can't really die" as the dirt hits the wood and I'm buried alive. And so I kiss your shoulders before they turn cold and my rights to do so die.
I put you together and wrote your name in the melody, I doubt you'll want to hear it, I expect your failures. I'm still waiting with the echoes, talking to myself about the night your house was empty- the night you chose to go! I threw stones at the windows and buried myself in sympathy that I deserved to get from you but instead I'm left with the feedback screaming in my ears.
All that's left of you is the feedback in my ears, screaming in my ears!
You carry me with you because I'm the poison in your veins.
Written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006
Entrapped in these revolving doors, the spin has endangered everything that was yours! And I can't see you in the spin, the motion sickness is blurring the letters, the walks, and late nights on bedroom floors. Shatter the glass and pick me up in pieces.
You slur something pretty and I smile like I'm the target, but for the last three weeks you've been threatening to leave, but "love can't really die" as the dirt hits the wood and I'm buried alive. And so I kiss your shoulders before they turn cold and my rights to do so die.
I put you together and wrote your name in the melody, I doubt you'll want to hear it, I expect your failures. I'm still waiting with the echoes, talking to myself about the night your house was empty- the night you chose to go! I threw stones at the windows and buried myself in sympathy that I deserved to get from you but instead I'm left with the feedback screaming in my ears.
All that's left of you is the feedback in my ears, screaming in my ears!
You carry me with you because I'm the poison in your veins.
Written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006
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