Let's go.
The 50 cent words,
and even more worthless arguments
Hearts and sails,
and no re pairs or rents
Meddling with your fears
And lightening your tears
But with me
Wrapped so tightly
Against the cold
Your crumbling mansion and our fallen em pire I'm
slipping far away where you can't measure
Counting the red flags with
hindsight
Missing more than a few pages
of my memory
Cause I'm hanging the jury,
but not the one that convicted me
In pardoned ways,
with a mount upon me
Cheering from the sidelines,
for the superstar to fall
Equal and op posite, inequal,
or opposite after all
My dark discovery of your cold
and shiny instruments
I thought you promised not to
block the open sky
Counting the abandoned airports
Littered with rusty incumbents
And fillin' in the pages
of my memory
The night before,
maybe never again
Well, I asked for a refund on
the love and hope I signed
And taken back the land grants of the borderline,
borderline emotions
Your wish was my reprimand,
through it all
And through this famished night,
without a single breath
We'll both jump from different pens
Out into the same fire
And pull down your posters
An d rip up that black dress
And I'll pretend you complete the
pages in my memory
The giggling sages of gallery number ten
What choice have I been given?
You promised not to sing
that song again
You're tipping the scales
In your bedroom gaming palace
Where the gun spells hope
In the land of wedding sales
It's painfully ob vious
But it's gloriously obscured
We each fall on different sides
Along each and every curve
And on this shortened runway
There's no way
To land love gently
I think I've finally lost
What's left of
my memory
50 cent worth
even more worth this
arguments
Bye.