God forbid you call their bluff.
Like the nightmares ain't enough.
Remember when we used to think that we were tough?
God forbid you call their bluff.
First they make you out to be the only pirate on the sea.
Then they say Danko would have sounded just like me.
"Is that the man you want to be?"
You'll be loved like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blur, like I never occurred
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
And I'm too scared to know how I feel about you now
Las cienega just smiled... "see ya around"
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
And raise my glass 'cause either way I'm dead
Neither of you really help me to sleep anymore
One breaks my body and the other breaks my soul
La cienega just smiles as it waves goodbye
I'm waiting for someone who just wont show
And every night it feels like there's no tomorrow
Not that you will ever know,
Where ever you are I hope you're happy now
I'm caught in a dream and I cant get out
I'm caught in a dream
I'm caught in an endless dream
Well it's life informing art, informing life again
Like every stupid kid that thinks that they're the first in pain
The first to rip themselves apart
The first to try and live without a heart
I got a choke chain
Made out of nightrain
To keep your memory down
Quicksand from the main man
To drown everything out
We were out on a joyride
Fucked up from insides
Always at a dead stall
From sticking pins into miniature men
Who can't feel it at all
And the picture frames are facing down
And the ringing from this empty sound
Is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task
And thinking's just too much to ask
And you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.
Goodness knows its been a wonderful run
The autumn lakes where the children were swans
Your mother's convictions and your father's predictions dont seem so insane
They laugh they say your treasures are fake but dont throw it away
You've been framed with a beautiful name
You've been saved, but you've lost your head
With halos and friends, the trinity saves, but three is a crowd
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