Saturday, September 17, 2011

Vermillion

She seems dressed in all the rings - Of past fatalities - 
So fragile yet so devious - She continues to see it - 
Climatic hands that press - Her temples and my chest - 
Enter the night that she came home -
Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

She is everything and more - The solemn hypnotic - 
My Dahlia bathed in possession - She is home to me - 
I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse - But the stress is astounding - 
It's now or never she's coming home -
Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

Hard to say what caught my attention - Fixed and crazy, Aphid attraction - 
Carve my name in my face, to recognize - Such a pheromone cult to terrorize

I won't let this build up inside of me

I'm a slave, and I am a master - No restraints and, unchecked collectors - 
I exist through my need, to self oblige - She is something in me, that I despise

I won't let this build up inside of me

She isn't real, I can't make her real

She isn't real (She isn't real)
I can't make her real (can't make her real)




She seemed dressed in all of me -Stretched across my shame - 
All the torment and the pain - Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself - Just to have her for myself

Now I don't know what to do - I don't know what to do 

When she makes me sad

She is everything to me - The unrequited dream - 
A song that no one sings - The unattainable - 
She's a myth that I have to believe in - All I need to make it real is one more reason - 

I don't know what to do - I don't know what to do 

When she makes me sad. 

 But I won't let this build up inside of me

A catch in my throat - choke - 
Torn into pieces - I won't - No 

I don't want to be this - But I won't let this build up inside of me  
(Won't let this build up inside of me) 

She isn't real - I can't make her real.


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