The cracks in your face
where the porcelain broke
some things don't get better with age
and I swear I remember
everyword that you spoke
and the china you left in your place
A litany of faces
I'm number one
counting backwards from one hundred
and count on one hand
the truths that you spoke
and every lie you called romantic
Given a choice
between you and me
you pick you and I'll pick me
I'll never forget what you said
when you left
Everyman for himself
Your new dress fits well
with a pointed smile
I hope there's no cracks at the seams
and a modest appraisal
for the things that you value
prove that some things worth more than
mere dreams
In my bedroom there's a wasteland
where the story card broke
and the darkness builds up from the floor
like walking through a mine field
with both eyes closed
at each step expecting the worst
bought random in panic
what wasn't expecting
I don't think that pain is romantic
and at everystep fall
till it's all a dull throb
Yeah sure - love conquers all

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